I just wrote this scene as practice. It comes from one of my world settings.
The damn rain. It poured down, harsh, unrelenting. Making a mess of the rutted roads. Ever since they arrived in their starships and hovercars, the pollution from their “vehicles” seeped into the atmosphere like a sickness. The skies around their spaceports held a murky haze about them constantly. Now the rain, once fresh and cleansing seemed oily, putrid.
Tainted.
Just like everything else on Moria since they came. Keros cursed under his breath as he ran between the stone buildings. Softly, he spoke an incantation and motioned with his fingers. He took a deep breath as the rain quit hitting him. He ran a hand through his soaked brown curls and glanced up at the small dome floating over his head, the poisoned drops of rain bouncing off the magical shell and running down its sides. Mistress Jehlaya would disprove of such wasteful spell casting. But she wasn’t here having to run an errand in the middle of the night down back streets of Trathton, was she? He thought to himself.
Further down the street Keros could make out a soldier of the Hegemony in his zynotech armor, the ionizing field repelling the rain. They’d lifted the curfew, so Keros knew he technically had a right to be out this late at night. But that didn’t mean the star-bred bastards couldn’t give him a hard time. Cursing again, he moved into the shadows of the veranda of a butcher’s shop and began to turn into a side street.
Just before the soldier left his field of vision, Keros was blinded by a searing orange light crackling towards the armored man. Jerking in surprise, Keros came to a halt and stepped further into the shadows to watch as the fireball crashed into its caster’s target. An anguished wail cut through the incessant thrumming of the hard rain as the entire body of the star trooper lit up in flames which the rain could not quench. The essence of fire, drawn from the karcha stone, was not easily quelled. A small part of his mind pondered how the caster had found a way around the Hegemony fire repellent technologies embedded in the zynotech material.
But the rest of him sat transfixed in awe of such a brazenly rebellious act. Who would dare make such a gesture towards the Jernan Hegemony of Planetary Systems? Did Moria finally have someone with the bravery to fight back again? Keros’ pulse quickened. Shaking his head, droplets of water flinging away, he snapped out of his reverie and darted off towards the temple. His blue eyes sparkled in the torchlight. Tomorrow the market would be abuzz with merchants and the womenfolk talking about the rogue wizard!