Feyd dodged the first shadow, but the second caught him square in the chest, knocking the wind out of him, dispelling the orb he had and sending him crashing to the pavement again. He wheezed as he struggled to right himself as pretty boy kept walking towards the redhead.

'Why don't you just run, you goddamn idiot?' he asked himself 'He even said he wasn't talking to you.'

'Oh, yeah, it's because she's hot.' another side of his brain replied.

He flicked his lighter on again, pulled out another long tendril of flame and shot it at the back of pretty boy's head.