"Come on fire boy, dance with me! Show me the strength of the organization you believe so much in!" Celeste cries out, a maniacal smile painting her face. Raising her right arm, she braces her forearm firing off round after round from the attachment on her wrist.
With a deep exhale Pyre engulfs his forearms in white hot flames, raising them in front of his face. forming an impenetrable furnace of a defense.
Dashing forward, Pyre dodges one bullet before weaving his head out of the trajectory of another one. Bullets graze by him in a torrent of firepower tearing into his battle suit.
Anger, adrenaline and regret spurring him on. Another bullet spins through air aimed dead on his skull.
Lowering his stance and raising his guard, Pyre melts the bullet entirely as it brushes past his forearm coming down in a melted slag of metal on the floor.
"That's it, dance, Dance!" Celeste marvels at Pyre's torment, her fingers curling up her cheek in pleasure.
