Quagmire

"Hehehe." Daniel laughed darkly when he saw Silas finally make an appearance.

"Nice of you to make an appearance, Silas. And such big words. Give me the fix? Hahaha. Please don't make me laugh. You haven't even fixed yourself," Daniel paused and stared at Silas, with an immeasurable amount of hatred and rage in his heart.

He clenched his hands that were engulfed in flames into a fist and rushed at Silas. He wanted nothing more than tear Silas apart as he stood there.

He wants to tear off his flesh bit by bit, while roasting him with his flame little by little but making sure to leave him bordering a near-death status.

No matters what happens, today is the day that he settles everything with Silas. He must make sure to take him down as a lot of things are riding on it.

Before Daniel could reach Silas, he suddenly lost his balance and fell, face flat to the ground. The flames on his hands were dispersed as he lost control of it.