"Contract ?" Balthazar snapped at the one obviously either fake or now sort of 'off-duty' officer who'd been shouted at to get away. "Do I look like a shitty piece of paper or a PDF with a digital signature ?" The demon almost had to smirk about his own words. "It's said that paper ignites at 374 degrees or so, but I wonder about cop gear!"

Balthazar didn't bother to turn around, that would have cost too much time and given an opportunity for the other individual to use that firearm already pointed at him. He released a stream of fire against the wall, hoping that I'd bounce off and engulf the entire situation in flames. That, of course, inevitably included himself. Good thing his hair grew back very, very quickly. The smell of it sizzling away still was no less horrible to his own nostrils than it was to anybody else's.

Balthazar leapt away from the wall backwards for he expected both of them to open fire for as long as they could, even with their vision being potentially impaired a lot if not burnt away. Bullets hurt, he had no intent of catching a lot of them. His hands kept aiming at the duo to continue blasting them with a green-blue inferno. He realized that, even if he could manage to dispose of these guys quickly, he was also already doing a disturbingly good job at attracting more attention. Yet now he had already started that way, switching to his own pistol in the middle of it would be stupid.

[hider=Summary]Balthazar attempts to create an alloy out of fake cops, asphalt and concrete by means of heat treatment. Will he succeed, get badly hurt or even captured in the process ?[/hider]