The one who had previously worn a cloak (it had been thrown off) was unfazed by the intense stare of the cowboy–not because he was some hardened badass of steel like many others tried to be, but because there were more important things to deal with–such as the fact that there were a lot more than three captors in the plaza. After JT had shot down three of them in a single instant, the majority stood in shock; where had the cowboy come from? How did three of them die so quickly? And why did the two men who’d just ruined their plans look so intimidating, fearless? They were outnumbered, after all.... But that was clearly no matter, for the both of them. The Flammenesser gave a curt nod to the cowboy, as the amethyst flames arose once more around him. Bullets flew at him but were quickly burnt away by the shield of fire. The man sprinted for cover behind one of the many vendor stalls, allowing his flames to disappear. The veins on his cybernetic arm began glowing again, and he extended it over his head, pointing at the opponents, still spread out throughout the plaza. Napalm was once again unleashed, merciless heat overwhelming four enemies. Six remained.