Zharkov spat out the chunks of monster he had in his mouth. As his head popped out of the beast, he took a deep breath, looking around for the monster's head, which had already decided to move in for the kill. Luckily for Zharkov, he had taken the liberty of knocking out the upper row of front teeth the beast had. His lungs full, Zharkov held his face against that of the beast. It was then when he revealed another one of his tricks- a specialty of his race. Zharkov puckered his lips out and exhaled. As he did, a stream of air was shot toward the beast's face. Following it, was a jet of flame starting from the base of Zharkov's mouth and following the air.