Stephanie had made a point of specifying that her outfit be flame-resistant. She had also made a point of generally building up as much energy as possible before getting into combat, and even more now. It felt good, almost too good. Every nerve, every muscle adrenalized.

"Nice claws, kittycat." Stephanie called out as she blasted towards him on a jet of nearly white-hot flame. She couldn't precisely fly, but she could blast herself about a hundred feet in the air with some effort. Her landing would have been a rough one for a normal person- probably leg-breaking, but she only felt more power surging through her.

"I sometimes have claws too." She fanned out her hands, claw-like extensions growing on them before shooting out at him as six-inch blades of solid heat. She didn't remain still after shooting them, but instead formed two long tentacle whips of solid pyroplasm and launched at him, running faster than any normal person could.