Playing with Fire, Part Two
To my surprise, the fire didn't damage me. Oddly enough, it didn't even cauterize my open wounds; they simply bled through the flames, dripping steamed driblets of crimson to my feet. It was as if my flesh became naturally resistant to being burned.
The flames extended forward from my arms in an uncontrolled cone, almost akin to a jet's propulsion. I quaked with bottomless fear at the sight, barely containing my urge to give into panic. My face twitched, and keeping focus required an active effort. Still, I wouldn't give in to my inner demons.
Meanwhile, Barik was my opposite. He was calm, collected, and in complete control of his power. He stuffed his arms back into the ground and doubled up on his armor. The thickened rock around his body made him appear to be more like a brown-gray golem than a man.
However, instead of charging me head-on, he performed a new move.