<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">His eyes flicked over his shoulder to Mordred and laughed, "thank you, this might have been very difficult without you."<br/><br/>He turned to point his gun to Mideala, "like he said, shooting will set everything around me on fire. Now since I can make myself highly flame resistant, I think you should put all your weapons away or I will turn this area into a bonfire."<br/><br/>"As for being innocent, well, isn't it so like you rich bastards to think any of you are innocent. Just because you do not perpetrate the crime, does not make you any less guilty of not stopping it," he growled. His skin started to become scale, just in case he need to become resistant to fire and heavily armored very soon.<br/><br/>He considered what abilities he still had left, he could always rely on his gun, a conjuring ability or two, his secondary weapon. No matter how large an arsenal he might be able to emulate, he was still only one man. The fire was a good touch, he had lucked out, but luck wasn't going to save him. He may have to die here, but he would not go down without a fight.<br/></span>