[h1][center][color=e52b50][b]BLAZE[/b][/color][/center][/h1]
[right][color=C0C0C0][b]Mission:[/b] Teacher's pet
[b]Location:[/b] Lighthouse Island[/color][/right][hr][hr]
Blaze smirked at Strain’s offer to pay off the winning kids, tilting her head at him knowingly. [color=e52b50]“Yea, won’t get a better deal then that, let’s go!”[/color] whooping, she dashed off to the wall, not bothering to use her powers. Just on sheer physicality alone, she could easily beat most of these. The gravity kid might be an exception – as she’d expected, he easily floated up, stopping halfway to trade some barbs with a companion of his.

Blaze didn’t let the opportunity slip away, and while the four bickered briefly, she launched herself from handhold to handhold, muscles working smoothly and easily, straining only lightly. The climbing area was made for inexperienced adolescents, after all, and wasn’t that high all in all.

When the last of the kids made their way to the climb, and one even kicked the other down, Blaze laughed heartily. [color=e52b50]“That’s the spirit,”[/color] she shouted in encouragement without looking down, continuing the climb.

Unsurprisingly, the gravity kid – Drew – was on top first. [color=e52b50]“Good job!”[/color] Blaze complimented him. She was the second behind him, and didn’t think anyone other youngin would overtake her. Yet, she quickened the pace, wanting to go up and give the winner a pat on the head – literally.

However, just as she was about to move from the last handhold to the lip of the platform up top, a voice resounded in the area. [color=e52b50]“Crap,”[/color] she muttered, swiftly looking around. As soon as the threat started, Blaze had also kicked up her power – her body warmed instantly, and was ready to burn skin. The cliff remained unaffected; if she wanted to melt it, she’d need minutes rather than seconds to generate enough heat to do so.

[color=e52b50]“I’m kinda busy hangin' in here,”[/color] she shouted at the attackers, lying her ass of, though she also couldn’t resist a minor joke. Of course, she could easily jump off and roll, but her position to the target was optimal. Hopefully, the eyepatch guy would make the mistake of getting closer to her to kick her down. Even if he was smarter and just pointed the weapon at her instead of keeping it on the kid, she could manage.

Then, another minor distraction made itself known. Old man stray had sent some paper scraps flying, which wrapped around the weapons of the assailants. Grinning madly, Blaze launched herself the last few centimeters up, landing besides the hostage and the surprised criminal. Chuckling, she grabbed his arm – the one which still held the weapon. Flesh sizzled, and eyepatch man dropped it with a scream.

Rather than let him do his teleporting trick, she punched him in the face. Blaze didn’t stop at the one hit either, continuing the pounding. Besides the mundane force of the swing, there was also the heat to consider. By now, it’d damage him even through the armor, though it’d still take a while for him to [i]really[/i] feel it. As she engaged the opponent in melee, she also made sure to angle her body so that Drew was behind her. If he was smart, he’d get to safety – or even help out where he could, if he was feeling recklessly brave. Not that Blaze would mind or accuse him if he went for the latter.