Ryan's fist collided with the ghoul's grotesque face, the impact echoing like a gunshot through the battlefield. Fire surged from his knuckles, searing the creature's decaying flesh, and the ghoul was hurled backwards, crashing into the ground with a hiss as flames hungrily devoured its skin. Ryan's lips curled into a grin, excitement sparking in his eyes.
This was the moment he had been waiting for - a chance to test the limits of his power in a real battle, something he had been eager to try ever since his battle with Zoe.
Meanwhile, the clothes he wore, from the Wexium Compound, were not just ordinary garments. They were fireproof, a fact he confirmed with that first blazing punch. The fabric remained unscathed, and with that assurance, Ryan's grin only widened.
