There was barely any time as I saw the muscle man roar and charge through the opening. Patches of his skin were red and blotchy from the flames, but otherwise was not charred like his palm. With his reckless rush, I could tell he wouldn’t be able to react quick enough for my next move. Sidestepping to avoid him, I used both my hands to slice up through his side. The flame instantly cauterized the wound, hopefully leaving a nasty scar.