Pain subsiding, Trick stood up as a small girl came over, she was a witch as evident by the magic she used. He glared as she went over to help the hunter. "[color=9e0039]Stop helping him you whore.[/color]" Trick roared at he girl, venom dripping from his gaze. The flames on his body changing to a deep, bright red. The heat increasing, "[color=9e0039]You have made a mistake here young witch, remember this.[/color]" The fire brightened to a golden bloom, blinding those around. Trick's body crumbled to ash, carried away in the wind; leaving only his mask, half melted on the ground.