Message #26681

[KasigiOmi]

Kasigiomi would stop moving to look at the fire; he seemed almost upset by it. Though the steel heated, it was not enough. An oil fire, though hot, is not hot enough to melt him. The temperature of most oil fires was around 1500 degrees fahrenheit, while the melting point of his armor was nearer to 3000 degrees fahrenheit. It would however weaken the magnetic field, but only somewhat.

Quickly he'd look at this fortification around the foe. He'd walk up to it; he worried not about the falling degree. With his hand he was able to break down steel; this building's collapse wouldn't be an issue. He would look at his hands, still flaming. He'd almost grin, quickly gripping two of the wooden staves surrounding his foe. By now, with the enemy's own technique, they should also be doused in the tar; even if they weren't, due to being wooden, they'd quickly ignite. He would release his grip on them, drag his hands across some of the others in order to weaken its stability. He would then walk in the other direction, using both of his flaming hands to form kata. After taking a dozen steps away, among what was now a crumbling building, he would turn. His chest puffed up, he would quickly exhale. From his maw a large scythe of wind would bellow forward, aimed at amplifying the fire that lit the staves. Following this burst would follow words before Kasigiomi would place his arms over his head, the building on its last leg; "Fuuton: Kakkiteki-Ji."