The screams were audible over the wind and, at that moment, Matt was engulfed in a torrent of flame. The fire quickly dissipated in the bitter cold and wind. Matt barely felt a change in temperature as the flames licked the translucent plates of [Cracked Phantom Armor].
Engulfed in the negligible flames, he turned to the terrified mage, who realized their massive disadvantage in the cold. Acknowledging their already weakened skill was useless against Matt’s armor, the mage put their hands up in surrender. Matt closed the distance with two bounding strides and used the momentum from the third to power a knee to the gut. He left his final quarry doubled over, coughing up blood.
Matt sent them both a message, ‘Pop your recalls. Just like you wanted to do with us. Or I'll keep breaking thing
