Fall of the Phoenix

Premeditated Assault
The talk with Victor gave all the information Jasmine needed. Despite the brash attitude she approached him on, it was quite clear that he was trying to handle the delicate situation to the best of his ability for his company AND his family, on top of possibly figuring out how his resources were going to be handled in the war. What she was given from his own suspicions helped her narrow down the places Jadow could hide to only several countries, and the nearest one from the attacked headquarters.

Prometheus helped them narrow down to one. With his dragon's nose, he could smell the path that Jadow had went to -at least physically- a mansion in the southwestern forest. There presided a grey walled, black rooftiled mansion with black tinted windows surrounded by enormous dead trees with gnarled roots exposed and writhing across the earth like the backs of giant serpents. Dead soil bore no mulch, no residue and no flora of any kind; just something that smelled like sulfur and death.

"Ugh, it wreaks here!" Prometheus, plugging his nostrils with one hand and waving away at the air in front of him. Standing on the top of the hill, he looked over his shoulder at three others. Jasmine, whom had walked on foot for a few miles and made sure her steed wouldn't be involved in this fight, Irene whom was robed in a crimson hooded cloak bearing their seal at the collar, and another shorter cream cloaked individual by the name of Jenisis.

"Deal with it, Meth!" Jasmine barked, her eyes glaring through the goggles at him, already geared up for the upcoming conflict they'd be steeled to bear. "We've got a job to do. If we live through it, you won't have to smell this place ever again."

"IF we live through it," Prometheus snarked.

"If we don't we STILL don't have to smell it!"

"You don't have MY nose, Jas!"

"And your point?!"

"WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP AND GET TO WORK?!" Irene sudden shouted, making both fire users flinched at the incensed aroma and noise from Illya. Jasmine immediately reeled from the pheromones that was unleashed while Prometheus let out a loud sneeze. Jenisis just sighed, waving a hand around his hood, not daring to get in the way of this mess.

Finally, Prometheus set his sights at the distant mansion. Stomping one foot and then the other on the hill overlooking the thick, dead woodland where the mansion was surrounded by, Prometheus let out a guttural growl. An immense aurora of heat manifested around him, focused into a physical blaze, siphoning in a swirling pair of fireballs in either hand. When two sigils manifested around each swirling flame, he smashed both hands, opening them and unleashing an exploding beam of molten light towards the thicket. Trees caught on fire, the nearest vaporized into ash, and the fields became a scorching blaze before it'd hit its target.

"Now," The Salamander spoke, howling it, wrenching both arms  over his head and twisting his hips about to slam the given target -perforated and burning- into the middle of the hill in a pyro burst of kinetic force. "GET OVER HERE!"