The man stumbled back from the blow, surprisingly not all-too damaged. While any normal man would have had shattered ribs, the man wore a Kevlar and ceramic vest underneath an overcoat made from a slain dragon's wings. He slid back as he touched his bruised chest and applied intense heat from his burning hand, wincing but knowing that the controlled heat of his own fire would rehabilitate his muscles. The man retrieved his sword and caught his pistol in one hand as it fell back down to the earth. "You're no amateur, that's for sure. You've done this before," he said with a genuine smile. He sheathes his sword while holstering his revolver in a flash. The man squeezes the gun trigger on his scabbard and draws his sword with a flare of blue embers. A wave of fire is sent towards AJ by the mere speed of the sword being drawn. He draws his revolver once more and stabs it into the ground, setting the area around himself alight with more cerulean flame. The burnt earth turned to ash and began to rise peculiarly...