The Weirdo Maker certainly wouldn't take my advice.
No sooner had I spoken than he made another move. With a flap of his wings, he retreated swiftly, while swinging his arms, and once again, some dozen "possibility avatars" appeared from all directions. Up to now, he hadn't struggled meaninglessly, so perhaps he had some kind of backup plan.
But I didn't give him another chance to struggle. Instead, I ignited his body with my gaze and then transported myself through Flame Transmission to stand before him. With my right hand extended, I pressed down on the silver mask he wore on his face. The flames on his body, in turn, formed chain-like structures, binding him just as he had previously bound me with black chains. This time, my flames tightly wrapped around his entire body, preventing any movement.
