I grinned and formed another fireball, blue and crackling with heat. The workman stamped his foot, waving his arms and spitting curse words like watermelon seeds. The other one stared at him with a gaping mouth. “Dude, what’s your problem?” he asked, edging away while pushing the metal cart with the mantel on it. “I’m going to kill you, man,” said the hopping workman. “What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong? What’s wrong? I’ll show you what’s wrong.” The workman stopped dancing and thrust his left foot at his co-worker. “You set fire to my boot. You’re going to pay for that.” The workman leaned over and eyed his partner’s boot. A blackened area decorated the side. It smelled of burning leather and plastic. I watched them, ready with another blue fire ball poised in my hand. The human’s shoe caught fire better than I expected. But three fire balls weren’t enough. The men had stopped dragging the mantel toward the van, but the mantel was still tilted back.
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