It was time to ramp up the intimidation quota here. The impact, far from tiring her, simply fuelled her further and her eyes were glowing now. Tendrils of pyroplasms started flowing from her hands, spinning like chains, striking the concrete and melting bits of it. She started walking towards the man left on his feet, moving the tendrils deftly.

"Your move." One of the tendrils of pyroplasm brushed against a mailbox and sliced it neatly in half, little bits of molten metal dribbling away from the centre of the destroyed recepticle.

Then she engaged a jet of pyroplasm, making her leap high up into the air, banishing the whiplike tendrils and plant her feet directly in the would-be assailant's chest. Breaking his ribs at the very least.

"Guess not." She turned around to look to see how Marcelo was doing.