353 Dire Times, Desperate Measures (4)

Ashton did not struggle to free himself from Darjud's grasp. Not even a little. Why would he? Darjud might have abnormal strength, but Ashton could not sense a shred of mana emanating from his body. He was just another brawler like Jacklin, which meant, as long as he had Hydra's armour on him he should be fine. 

"Are you sure, you want to be so close to me?" Ashton mumbled with a deadly serious expression, "What will you do if, let's say, your plan backfired?"

To Darjud's surprise, instead of trying to free himself, Ashton wrapped himself around him. The following moment, black-blue flames erupted out of Ashton's body, covering him up entirely.

The little spectacle of fire would not have had any effect on someone like Darjud. He wasn't a B-grade being for nothing. Having high resistance to fire was something that was expected from someone of his calibre.