[b][u]VR room, Dojo 1024 hours[/u][/b] The man had some work to do. He felt weak, in truth; something about not having enough fire. He had no method of defeating an opponent without using fire... and so should a weakness every appear, his only solution would be to overpower it with an excessive amount of fire. And that was his goal. So into the VR room he went. His shaggy, black hair was wavy as usual, strands of hair falling to the sides of his head instead of his forehead. His emerald green eyes would not remain that color for long; moments after entering the VR, they would change to a bright, sapphire blue. He had fair, slightly tanned skin and a rather handsome face of angular, well-proportioned features. For his attire, simple clothing; just a white, sleeveless undershirt for his top which was tight against his decently muscular torso, and a pair of black combat pants and boots. Standing at 5'11" with an athletic, mesomorphic physique, there wasn't really anything that stood out with the man. He appeared extremely average, in truth–if one ignored the one truly attention-drawing feature about him, which would be the carbon black cybernetic left arm. It looked like your stereotypical augment, its size and shape matching his other arm, but one could not be sure what features the arm had. Maybe it didn't have any. Or maybe it had tons. Now, for the environment within the VR. A plain, flat, badlands environment, with not a single object that rose to interrupt the flatness of the landscape. Nothing to see on the horizons, and nothing to obscure them. It was just flat, dry, and hot, with the sun beating down on the rocks and no clouds to provide any sort of temporary relief. The man stood in the middle of this desolate environment. Surrounded by hostiles, at least two dozen opponents. It would be a tough simulation, of course, but the man had a gut feeling that this had to be his minimum. This situation had to become easy to handle if he were to ever be worth anybody's attention. His right arm ignited in sapphire flames, and it became clear why he didn't wear much of a top. Smoke rose from the crackling flames, dark gray clouds with blue sparks rising in plumes, contrasting greatly against the bright blue sky. His cybernetic arm? The palm was opened, pointing at the ground while a moderately sized barrel extended from its center. It clearly wasn't a gun barrel. Aesthetically purposed veins in the cybernetic arm glowed a bright orange, also emitting smoke, with normal sparks of flame. It was time to begin. The first thing the man did was pointing his right palm directly at the ground, blasting a massive inferno of blue flames downwards and behind him. It acted as a propellent, blasting him forward towards his opponents. The lack of a balance propulsion caused him to eventually start spinning in midair, which in turn caused the inferno of blue flames which trailed behind him to spin along with him. That would be when he extended his cybernetic arm in the opposite direction of his right. A faint glowing was seen within its barrel, before a massive explosion of napalm bursting forth was seen, the hellish flames bursting out of the barrel. The man became a terrifying whirlwind of sapphire and napalm flames, each inferno extending out at least twenty feet. Needless to say, enemies were burnt. They might've been cooked alive in their armor, or their clothes and flesh burnt away. The only sounds were their agonized screaming and the constant hum of the man's flames. The twirling would continue until about 3/4ths of the enemies were on the ground and burning. That was when he was finally forced to stop, and instead charged at the remaining enemies. He'd dodge melee blows, and grip enemies' faces with his right palm and letting a combustion of sapphire flames burn their faces and heads off, or he'd simply unleash a massive trail of fire or blast of napalm. Either way, the enemies would fall, burning and screaming. Once the last one's life had burnt away, the man was left standing there, gasping for breath. The flames on his right arm had been extinguished, the glowing faded from his cybernetic arm, and his eyes returning to their original emerald green. The simulation ended, and he returned to the VR room, sweat beading on his forehead as he looked around. Perhaps somebody had entered the room while he was in the simulation, or perhaps not.[spoiler]Open. Fight, no fight, interact, no interact, whatever.[/spoiler]