Ophar only had one chance.
And yet, before he could use it, a devastating shot befell him, bringing an end to a long streak of not being the target.
'FUUUCK!'
Feeling his body burn and boil while sharp scraps of metal cut his skin all over the place, Ophar felt as if his body was starting to breathe in those flames.
And then, as abruptly as it all began, the torture came to an end.
His outer barrier shattered, letting the condensed flames out, giving them somewhere else to expand then right on top of Ophar's inner barrier.
His inner barrier was devastated, pierced in thousand if not more spots… But it held. And while here and there the powerful flames of the explosion would seep into those gaps and burn his flesh directly, given the qualities of the air-barrier, the rest of his flesh simply cooked when the fires heated up the stabilized air.
