Right before his eyes, the horse of cloud and lightning vanished the instant his hooves came crashing down upon it. Crowley landed roughly back down on all fours, and only seconds later did he feel D'artagnan's body collide with his own. It was obvious that the blood bay was fighting something that he himself could not see; the doctor had his silent sympathies. For even though the unicorns of the Basin clung to rough, hardened exteriors, most still had heart for those they called brother.

Just as the brindle turned to face the source of all of this commotion, the clouds began to recede with amazing speed, and for a fleeting moment, it was as if it was all over. The skies were clear, the rain having stopped, and if not for their location in the heart of Helovia, the sound of birds singing in the background would have been likely to find his ears. But the peace that had settled over the group was quick to vanish.

Suddenly, a red hot flame came spewing forth from the heart, singing any and all that dared to step into it's path. There are howls and screeches of pain, but the fire had not yet made it's way towards Crowley. From what he could see, the Boggart had vanished, but where had it gone? Before he could think too long on it, however, the very earth behind him began to crumble, and with each second, only seemed to grow closer and closer, daring to crumble beneath his very feet. A fluttering of fear filled the stallion's chest, and without another moment of hesitation, he moved into the fastest gallop he could muster. But no matter how hard he ran and tried to evade it, the darkness only followed him, the edges lined with a wall of fire.

The whites of his golden eyes were visible by the time the ground crumbled beneath his feet, and for a moment, Crowley felt as if he was falling into the very abyss that lie beneath him. With baited breath he waited for his fateful end when he would crash into the ground, or whatever lie beneath him, and his bones would simply snap at the pressure of the collision. But it never came. Ever so slowly the stallion dared to look down, and although he could see nothing but that dreaded darkness, his feet seemed to be planted firmly on an invisible ground. Blowing a deep snort, Crowley lifted a foot and reached it out, feeling for that invisible ground before he dared put any weight down. Cautiously he felt his way through the darkness until it became evident, that this was merely a trick to his eyes.

Ears tipped back in clear annoyance, Crowley now settled his gaze on the fire blazing all around him. There was no clear escape route; only to go through the fire. It would undoubtedly burn him if he tried to run through him, but if he was quick enough, the effects would be minimal. Backing up as far as he could, the stallion suddenly charged forward and headed straight for the flames, and when he was at the right distance, propelled himself into the air and through the fire. The flames licked the underside of his belly and the sides of his legs, exposing dark, naked skin. He landed on the other side of the blaze with a gruff snort, and lifting his head, he began to search immediately for the damned Boggart. There would be no mercy on this day.


ooc - Jumps through the flame and lands on the other side of it. I would say he stands approximately 20 feet from the Heart, facing where he had been standing previously before running.