The flames suddenly grew in intensity, and a wave of unbearable heat washed over the bank vault. The figure imprisoned in the slowly blooming explosion shuddered and convulsed, a strangely distorted scream reaching Rain's ears.
She knew that the Tyrant was not going to be killed by the flames. The very fact that she had been able to speak the Name of Fire proved it — her Flaw would have prevented her from channeling it otherwise.
However, he would definitely be hurt by the explosion... a lot.
Not only was the Tyrant more susceptible to being burned because of the Epithet she had assigned him, but her other Epithet synergized with Corsair's Aspect, slowing the burning Master down even more.
The man himself rolled away from the explosion, escaping it entirely.
Jumping to his feet near Rain, she gazed at her with his piercing blue eyes and said evenly from under his hideous mask:
"...I thought you were a pacifist?"
Rain smiled brilliantly.
"I am!"
