human
Arakiya:  Every soldier who pressed in against her was charged with the fervor of battle. Sword and spear were the only means they had of expressing their lust for war; they would drive them into Arakiya’s skin, tear her flesh, shatter her bones, and end her life. Battle was merely a ritual to achieve such ends. Life pitted against life to the finish. Well, Arakiya could enact that ritual, too. “Nom.” Almost lazily, she popped a spirit into her mouth. It was good timing; lesser fire spirits, touched off by the battle between Prisca and Vincent, had begun to gather around. Arakiya simply took one into her body and turned its strength into hers. That was the natural course of action for a spirit eater. “Bowwow.” Arakiya crouched low, her entire body surrounded by a faint-blue glowing fire. They were too beautiful to be described with ordinary terms like the flames of hell, but regardless, it was impossible to avoid the impression that she was wreathed in fire. As a momentary shock passed through the attacking troops at the sacred vestments, Arakiya poured her strength into her legs and leaped at them. Her body floated as easily as the wind, passing by the first line of soldiers. She simply dodged their attacks, and the men, as they turned to pursue Arakiya back into the formation, noticed something: Their own bodies were now engulfed in blue flames.
gpt
Soldiers:  “Nggghhhaaaa! !” The soldiers howled in agony, consumed from head to toe by scorching heat.