#baronyofthesilverwolf

Thistle herself lights her flamethrower in blowtorch mode. Probably good thing Art got her a welder's mask, really...

Madern tosses the firework in his hand after as directed

and Gwen drops her spear ready to press the lid shut

Citrine dives behind Thistle's leather apron and claps her hands over tiny ears.

The firework leaps from Madern's hand, and whether his aim was true or not, the magical gale carries it right into the pot - and his mask along with it. Gladiola, her mighty arms taut with strength, manhandles the solid steel cover up and over - the latch crashing down to clasp!

For several moments, there is silence...

Thistle blasts the edge, sealing that damn gap...

(One action each, or you may stand and stare)

(If you choose to stare, please make a wisdom roll on that. 😉 )

(She's not staring, she's welding!)

Madern covers his mouth and turns his face from things backing away in a stumble

Gwen gets ready to pull Thistle away as soon as she does this to yank her from any blast radius if this doesn't hold

(Gwen must choose to grab now, or dive away on her own. Tick tock!)

Flames bathe the lid, turning it cherry red. Sounds start to come from within, writhing, growling... crackling?

"HOLD, ye barmy (^^%$& &&&*^^%$!!!!"

GWEN Sees that Briar is just standing there, watching with glee. She may grab Thistle, or Briar, but not both.

"Shit" And she grabs Briar and pulls HER back covering her view