Dave's fingers tightened around the man's throat, holding him suspended against the cracked wall like a ragdoll. His voice dropped, deep and glacial, with every syllable carrying a weight that made the air feel heavier.
"You think fire makes you powerful," Dave muttered, his gaze boring into the man's hidden eyes. "But fire burns both ways, friend. And I'm about to show you what it's like… to be on the receiving end of your own flame."
The masked man wheezed, writhing in Dave's grasp, his fingers clawing weakly at the hand choking the air from his lungs. But it was useless. Dave was immovable; like iron, like death itself.
A flicker of light danced above Dave's vision.
[To absorb the Fire Affinity from target, place your palm against their chest.]
