{AN: Oh goodie, my character goes home with leather seared to his skin again. Haha.}
Sal had anticipated a punch or a fireball, but not both at the same time. So when a fireball borne of Mitch's swinging arm, the asexual was not prepared to block it or even fully dodge. With an oomph!, Sal shifted as quickly as he could out of the way, but the fireball did skim his side. It didn't char his body like it had last time, but it burned the leather badly enough that smoke came from it. He could hear it sizzle against his skin and curled his lips in pain.
"I think somebody deserves an award for that one." Sal growled through gritted teeth. He raised his gun and aimed for Mitch's ankle. "And the winner is -"