Okay, Solomon had to admit....the bitch was crazy. Usually he never called women out their name since it's un-hero-like but she deserved it. Peeking a few times, Solomon held the mop stick noticing Agent moving some men and unable to get close to Flame. Hell, even Reaper is having trouble hitting her with the bullets he's firing melting before it even hits. This was getting worse by the second. He kept his eyes on Agent for a moment to be sure she was okay.

Solomon needed to do something. He was hyping himself up to just dart out there and fight. Agent can't get close, bullets didn't work but....what about his ultra sonic screams. You couldn't burn that. nor block it unless you had special earplugs or earphones and you need to get close to damage his throat or close his mouth to stop it. Yes, that was what he was going to do. He joined these two to be of help and what better way than to-

While in the middle of thinking, the column was looking like a candle melting in fast forward motion, not taking the time to try and counter when Flame's attention was on Agent. This was officially a disaster on his end. No more cover. No time to think. Do or die! Seeing the malicious, sadistic, mischievous smirk on Flame's face said it all. This woman was going to turn them into filet mignon and have fun while doing it. Staring into her eyes as if she was a predator hunting it's prey, Solomon froze for a moment but that was until the firing of Reaper's gun snapped Solomon out of it as it began raining glass. And oh yeah, just as quick as that happened, Solomon quickly rushed away from the column and went to get into a better position to attack Flame with his ability. Solomon owed Reaper for the distraction and now, he was ready to find a way to counter attack.

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