HoM[M]ie
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But then something "clicked" in the armor; small tubes on the back burst into flames. "I thought they were just for decoration!" you barely had time to think, and the force of the flames bursting from the jacket ripped you from the ground and, after hitting the ceiling with your head (a slight, but noticeable, injury due to the speed), you were carried towards the elven lands.
"They won't let me eat in peace!" - I thought after a few minutes of flight; a village was already visible: "And it's self-guided too" - I was already approaching the ground, preparing for impact...
aka Sir Holmes aka David Jones.
