Burnscar didn’t seem to have the same reservations about incinerating more vulnerable enemies that Spitfire did.
Yeah, no surprise.
Gregor the Snail caught one fireball with a hurled glob of slime, extinguishing it.
Nice.
The other landed in the middle of the group, not striking anyone, but nonetheless driving them apart. Newter was at one side of the resulting blaze in the middle of the street, Faultline and Shamrock at the other, with Gregor and Spitfire at the back, furthest from Burnscar.
I wonder how much Shamrock’s luck extends to her allies. I mean, her allies succeeding at things for the good of the team is lucky for Shamrock, right?
Spitfire turned to run, and Burnscar drew together another fireball, lobbing it forward, where it soared high in the air before it began to drop.
That ain’t good. Is this going to cut Spitfire’s escape off?
The fireball collided with Spitfire, smashing the girl to the ground.
Oof.
Flames licked off of her fireproof suit and the pavement around her, and it was long seconds before she was able to start pulling herself to her feet.
A fireproof suit implies either that Spitfire herself isn’t fireproof, or simply that she doesn’t want to end up naked in battle.
I can relate to both of those things.
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