Before any further arguing could take place large chucks of hail began to pelt them. Then the skies let lose with rain. Rain that was on fire! Somsersby, in the fashion of a true seventeen year old boy let out a curse and listened to the men. They had to get out of here. He glanced at Benjamin making sure he was following. The sparks hurt when they hit, after a moment of it, Somersby reached down for chucks of ice, the rain would melt them, but they'd be useful on any injuries. "Grab the hail if you can!" He called to whomever would listen, still trying to jog as he slung his pack forward and deposited ice chucks into it. He almost tripped over his feet as he reached down and grabbed more still moving forward. Maybe he should have gone into sports after all.