Elliot pushed Lance off of the way just in time for a red sphere to appear in the air and explode.
"Elliot!" Lance yelled, catching Elliot before they could fall to the ground.
"I'm okay," Elliot said. Connor ran behind him and placed his hands on Elliot's back. "Connor, what are you doing–"
Connor didn't reply. Instead, he took a deep breath and red marks traveled from Elliot's back and into his arms. When it reached his shoulders, he raised both his hands in the air, his palms pointing at the skies.
"Flame Teansder!"
The red marks was sucked out of his arms and shot into the skies like a fountain. Connor was gritting his teeth as he forced his arms to stay still while the burst of flames exit his palms.
"Aww, I missed," a voice spoke above them. It was a man who was riding a wooden elephant. The tusk and tail of the elephant were burning with a bright golden flames that matched the man riding it.
