[h3][color=black][b]Earthland - Phoenix Wing Guild Hall[/b]
Rutger Artz[/color][/h3]
"Well, I guess you're not as stupid as whoever thought up your code names." Rutger replied, though he was just trying to hide how unsettled he was that his flames weren't doing anything at all. Not to mention that the man had seen through his strategy. He still hadn't moved, and normally Rutger would have thought this meant that his speed and agility were low. It would make sense, given his sturdy nature and the kind of tanky, strength focused archetype he seemed to follow. But now that Rutger knew the man was guessing his gambit, he could be pulling a double fake and concealing his real speed.

But, he already had a good setup--whether he was a slow but strong fighter, or someone capable of both speed and strength, Rutger doubted that War would be able to simply shake this next attack off.

He raised his hands and spread his arms. The few patches of Angry Sparks on War's body and clothing that he hadn't patted out yet flared up more brightly and floated away from him, as did any Angry Sparks that had been dodged or swatted aside. Now the man was surrounded from all sides by an arrangement of hovering black spheres of fire.

"[color=black][b]Flame God's Will-o-the-Wisp![/b][/color]"

Rutger brought his hands clapping together, gripping them together into a double fist. Simultaneously, every orb crashed towards the center point--War. With every fireball surging towards him from every angle at once, there was no way to dodge them all. And when they collided, their powers combined and burst into a mighty explosion, a dome of black fire that expanded out in every direction, roaring with intense heat.