I'm bustin' out

The glass didn't break last time, but you think you can break it if you spit a few more fire-balls. You inhale deeply and phoom! a giant red-orange ball of sulfur smelling flame shatters the glass. A siren stars blaring off. You strain against your shackles, your veins throb, your eyes glow.

"Agh" the chains snap under your strength.

Your long pointed ears hear the barking of attack dogs, you focus more and hear the voices of the guards with your enhanced hearing "Grab the heavy assault weapons, we got a RUNNER!"

"Oh man" you say

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