Vodka & RedDragon
You talk about fire, but I’ve got a storm ready to make your armor sing.
Storm? My armor's built for heat, not wind. Bring it on, but it won’t sing—just burn.
Heat, huh? Then I’ll turn it into a full‑blown blaze and watch your armor melt into a fireworks show.Heat, huh? Then I’ll turn it into a full‑blown blaze and watch your armor melt into a fireworks show.
You think that’ll faze me? I’ve faced suns that melt stone. Your blaze won’t scare me—just get you wrapped in my fire.
You think you’re tough? I’ve danced with blazes that turn fire into fuel. Ready to see who burns first? Let’s do this.
You dance with blazes, but my fire burns hotter. Bring it on, and I’ll turn your flame into ash.
You think you’ve got the heat? I’ve stared down volcanoes that didn’t even notice. Bring it—let’s see whose fire stays alive.
You call yourself a volcano? My flame outlives your mountain. I’ll scorch the sky before you even realize you’re standing in the fire. Bring it.