Blue in the Face

Roar! Whoosh!

The flames spat and raged around Noah, engulfing him. The fire was so hot that it scalded the pavement and melted the tar.

"Ahahaha!" Draven guffawed. "Goodbye, Lovelord. You have finally met your match. Die, stupid gamer!"

"Noah!" Piper exclaimed in panic.

Crackle! The smell of burnt tar and putrid fumes filled the air.

The flames and smoke subsided in a few seconds.

Noah's body appeared, speckled with soot. He stood from his crouched position, apparently unscathed. "That tickled," he said smugly, dusting his armor.

"What?" Draven exclaimed in shock. He stared like a fool at his hardy opponent. "That's impossible! My Moonraker should have petrified you by now! The Axfire should have burnt you to a crisp!"

Noah shook his head. "That happens when you put too much confidence in your weapons. Games aren't just about swords and guns. A rookie like you stumbling through the world does not belong here."