Flare's panting gradually settled and the heat radiating from her body weakened as she stood tall over the unconscious body of her opponent. The bronze man was sprawled on the floor, eyes rolled into the back of his head. Small indents littered his body, each looking like a fist-shaped stamp.
It turns out that skin made of bronze can protect you from fire, but once it has been heated enough, the metal becomes easier to bend. Still, it was quite a tough battle. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle, but it certainly was beyond most of the dangers she had faced so far.
"Now, I-"
