Antonio's iron will and zealous determination kept him from shouting during his immolation. As he appeared in the material world, his armor, a gift from his Holiness, had become charred. How unfortunate.

An armored hand reached up to his chest, and ripped off the front of the charred surcoat and burnt chainmail. What was revealed was now Antonio's exquisitely sculpted abs, now bronzed to a perfect brown hue. He kept his helmet, but his surcoat now resembled a tattered white trenchcoat with his chest exposed.

Somehow, this made him feel more stylish.

"They should have known. All those who submit themselves to Jesus are safe from the fires of Hell. Let us abscond. There are more innocents to protect."
With that, he summoned Rocinante, and backflipped onto the divine motorcycle. A sidecar awaited his angelic companion.