the blue flames that burst from the man's hands threatened to devour you whole as you narrowly dodged away from them. the already present feeling of burns on your skin becoming more alarming as the face off with the villain was really starting to stress you out. what had been an innocent patrol has now turned into a faceoff which could end your life.

is this the standard of heroes nowadays? pathetic.

the man taunted. a flick of his wrist as he stalked closer to you, a smug grin on his uncaring face as he continued. raising his hands over his head, igniting his wrists in flames as he readied himself for another move.

I think society will benefit from your death.

he called. his grin widening further as he lunged forward, flames bursting all around you, peppering angry kisses against the alleyway walls as the raced towards you, eager to engulf you and leave you as nothing more than ashes.