Rather smug was Matt in his confidence when the man decided to finally back off. Maybe there was some good after-all to his newly developed "abnormality" as he called it. He was just about to snuff out his flames when suddenly the old man in front of him whirled around screaming like Matt's old principal....except his principal wasn't packing heat. "Shit!" Matt yelled, an instant surge of flames up his entire right arm, the knife in his hand so hot, now it was leaving burns in his skin. "You f*cking crazy, old man?! Pulling a piece on me?!" Really he was hoping he didn't have to get in another brawl, especially now that this prick made him late for band practice. "Look, I was gonna be cool and let you live, but you pulling a gun on me?" Suddenly his entire body was engulfed in searing flames. He was practically walking napalm. "THAT REALLY F*CKED MY DAY UP!!"