The Mist

"Alright, Diluk, you're our best arsonist, go get him!" Warlord shouted, a guy behind him holding a great sword smiled and said "With pleasure." The player charged alongside Dave and jumped at the beast's face, spamming sword attacks that were imbued with fire all the while, laughing like a mad man on steroids.

"Is he alright?" Dave asked.

"He gets like that when he has stuff to burn, good kid, crappy personality." Warlord jested and the group piled on the damage.

Dave didn't pull back his punches. Every time he stuck with the gauntlets, blistering heat emerged and shot down at the plant. His hand moved rapidly, creating ninja seals then he blew through them, calling upon forty-eight infernal dragon skulls that flew out of Dave's hand growing in size as they grew closer to the Calamity, then they all flew up surrounding the beast in a massive circle of fire then they all breathed out a pyro shower at the plant.