Trystan chuckled, hugging Sam closely. "Yes, it is a very interesting way. But hey, they're guns. And hell, even demons have to be protected against other demons no?" His tail twitched lightly, one of them casting a faint red glow as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her forehead. As he pulled away, he brought his hand up in front of his face. Resting in his palm was a small flicker. The tiniest ember resting in his hand. He leaned forward again, blowing lightly on the ember, watching as it flared into a tiny blue ball of flame. "Yes, I can use fire. There are nine stages of a kitsune's power. At least, according to lore, and it most definitely seems to be true." His tails made themselves apparent as he gestured to them. "At first, a kitsune only has one tail. The more his magical power grows, the more unstable he becomes. The tails counteract that, and so, with more power, you grow more tails. Of course, normally when it hits the ninth tail, it either levels out, leaving a sane kitsune, or skyrocket, leaving a completely crazed one. In my case, I only have a little excess power, which as you can see, leaks into my head." He rose slowly, blowing into his other hand, making another ball of flame.<br/><br/>With steady, cautious movements, he started to dance. Or atleast, it seemed like a dance. Every time his hands moved, they would leave a trail of blue fire hanging in the air, fluttering and flickering as he drew lines. With the skill he'd exhibited in his gun flipping, he bobbed and weaved his hands throughout the design, leaving a large, fearsome looking dragon drawn in blue fire, flickering with every breeze. "Heh....... You like?" That when he heard a gunshot go off. Instantly he dropped low to the ground, narrowing his eyes, his fire-dragon vanishing as he drew his newly cleaned pistol. "Get your rifle. We have company."