"Son of a Emblan Whore!" I yelled, as I rolled out of the way of the man's charge, hearing an audible crunching sound that I hoped was the bastards head. No such luck, it would seem, as the crunch was the man crashing into a giant rock. Moving into a defensive stance, I decided to try communicating with the crazy man. A foolish idea, but not the dumbest I've made during my short career.

"Look, I don't want to kill you, but if you keep this up I will have to introduce you to my friend." As I said this, I decided to summon it anyway, just to see if I could. Thankfully my friendship with fire seemed to be a bond that spanned eternity.  

My pyromancy wasn't something I used lightly. Legend tells of the destruction those aligned with the elements could cause. But I realised this one simple fact, I am in hell and can unleash the true power of the flames.

"What is it they say?" I coyly asked, "better to light a canewer than curse the darkness..."

I unleashed a torrent of flames at the tattooed man. I kept going until the screaming finally stopped, leaving naught but a pile of ash in place of my would be murderer. I then proceeded to scatter the ashes so that the fucker would have a harder time regenerating.

[H2][color=orange]The Void can kiss my shiny undead arse![/color][/h2]