Clicking his tongue against his teeth, Sal's hand went lax, letting go of the handle of his gun. He had never truly intended on pulling it out. Instead he watched with a cocked head and curious eyes as Mitch's arm lit on fire, covering the entire appendage. But it was destroyed within moments as the drops of rain soaked and extinguished it.
Mitch looked slightly aghast. Sal was actually disappointed. He really did miss the smell of his own charred flesh and the sight of peeling black skin off his body.
"What good are you." He sneered, fairly aggravated now. "You can't even properly follow through with a threat. Who the fuck gave birth to such a worthless kid."
With that, he charged forward, his hands ramming into Mitch's upper body with the intention of shoving him all the way back into the training area where it was dry.
"Now, let's do this right." He entered the room, slamming the door behind him, water dripping from his hair and shoulders. "You want a fight? Fine. But you damn well better not be the pussy-footed bitch I've seen you be in the past."