Originally Posted by
ThirdEmperor
Sparks skitter across the concrete flooring, tumbling droplets of gold rolling together to take shape as a curl of solid flame. The golden fire serpent rears its head again as Bo drags himself and his shield towards an intact table, coiling itself around the broken splinters and growing bright, growing large as they burn away within its molten flesh, brief shadowy cinders on the surface of flowing gold and flaring sunspots of red. Its eyes follow him, tongue searing the air it drinks.
Across the way, the gunman loses his job as the gun slips from his hand, landing with a melted *thunk* as its form collapses against the floor. With a brief crackle of powder going, it splutters in volcanic bubbles, spitting out the shapeless bullets as leaden streaks from the cooling puddle of gunmetal. The guard reaches instead for the slim blade on his hip, gripping the knife tense between his fingers as he draws the smarting hand up and squints to aim.
And with a flick of the wrist and a little snapping motion, the blade whirls into a long glimmer of silver stretching over the table and arcing down towards Bo.