The burning bald guard fell on one of the many guards that were looking out for any chance to attack me.
And I don't know what high quality of orange amaterasu fire it was as just after that bald guard fell on it, he instantly began burning. And what's more interesting was—the fire was created by his own bald head! He was burning in the same fire that was created by himself.
It was like a man being run over by his own car—driven by his wife, whom he had personally taught how to drive.
His front part of the body burned brighter than the brightness of your mom's phone and when that guard fell on the other guard, the other guard also caught fire instantly. The fire had become a bluetooth.
The bald guard then stood up from the other guard and the other guard also jolted up from the floor as if cops had raided them in a hotel room.
Two burning guards were now roaming free and screaming for help. Makes me remember the time when I used to escort girls to their homes at night.
