This was the moment of truth. Either Banru really was looking out for Sal like he promised he would, or the asexual would be burned to a crisp. Human reflex demanded he close his eyes as the flames came spiraling towards him, but he pried them open by sheer willpower and watched the fire run over his face and body like he'd just fallen headfirst into the sun. Initially, it was blinding, but when the shock passed, he allowed himself to marvel just how it felt.
It felt like absolutely nothing.
When the balls of fire dissipated, Sal raised his eyes momentarily in praise of Banru before facing Mitch again. He made a pained expression. "Oh, ow! Ow, oh that hurt so much! How could you do that to me, matchstick? That was a killshot! I can't believe you tried to..." Sal 'choked' "...kill me."
Sal then proceeded to grab Mitch by the collar and hoist him up to his feet before landing a backhanded slap to the boy's face. And then a knee to the gut.