James got up immediately, feeling the flames gnaw and destroy whatever was left of his upper clothing, his left arm gone, and his right hand encased by molten stone. 'Just what I needed for this weekend.' The redhead groaned; it was not in his plans.
But soon it would heal, and he would go back home as if nothing had happened. Zillia kneeled on the ground before him, unmoving. The black flames waved, but they were no longer in the same state as before, weakened by several levels, and her chest had safely closed.
It seemed like victory was his. James groaned, feeling his body start to cool off from the adrenaline. She was not an easy foe, and if it were Kyrie… he doubted he could win as easily as that.
