The bullet hits him straight on the forehead, a loud echo echoing through the area. "You are not so cocky now, huh?" The burly man ruffles, getting closer. What a dumbass.
"If this was your plan, then I am sorry for your stupidity that killed you." With a single swing of Wolf Prince, his arm is severed, black flames eating through his wounds and veins to make sure he won't bleed out.
To cauterize a wound requires extensive knowledge of what you are doing and how to apply it, but with fire that auto-aims on wounds or burns flesh, it isn't as hard as it appears. However, it is painful all the same, a scream coming from the burly man, enough to make one think they will rupture his throat screaming.
This can't happen. "Shut up." With a well-placed kick on the burly man's chest, the air is cut off from his lungs, and the man falls to his knees, gasping for air. Kyrie feels a little bad for him.
