By now, the ash storm had finally died, and given way to the view of massive, flaming walls surrounding a portion of the arena. It was like Kent was inside of a kiln. Then, two massive geysers of blue flame spew forth in front of Kent. Then there was the sound of the flames burning the air around them, consuming everything within reach. But the sounds had a rhythm to them. Like wing beats. Then, the racking of a shotgun cracks out from behind Kent. Followed by a kick to the back of the head.