The fruit stand catches fire, and there’s only a second to stare before Garou and Faira take to the streets in a mad dash again.

“I though you said you could handle these guys!” Faira screams as they tear through the busy market, dodging around Garou to avoid his blazing skin.

“I thought I could!” the Flame Guardian protests, glancing back in terror. “Great bouncing stars, I’ve got a bad feeling about this…”

Garou slams headlong into an imposing figure uniformed in Imperial Emerald.

Faira gasps and stumbles back.

The guard seizes Garou by the neck and lifts him off the ground spluttering. The black-green gloves on his massive hands protected him from the Guardian’s power.

“Garou of the Sun Mountains. You are under arrest.”