A dozen flaming projectile flew toward Sol but he didn't dodge or block them, he only stand there with a cool look.
The closer they get, the smaller they are, before it was a sword sized projectile but when it got to him it was only a finger-sized flame projectile.
They splash harmlessly against Sol's ice armor, no mark was left on it as they died out from the impact.
One of the projectiles suddenly turned up toward Sol's face, it was already to close that Sol could not dodge, "Fuck it!" He told himself as he didn't try to dodge if he moves he would look less impressive.
As the fire impact his face, he could sense it burn some skin and hair on his face, he secretly created a small dome of healing around his face.
By the time the fire went out, Sol was as good as new, no one noticed that the fire actually burn him, "Is this your best?" Sol taunted to give the image of power.
