Waiting outside the grocery was nerve wracking. She was in there alone, and the psychos was with her. Not that Pyro gave a shit about Kitty being alone in crazy super market from the fifties and demon hell women.
Not that the tool toting men from the hardware store was any better.
That was when a man had actually caught John unaware, deftly walking up behind him. Things that many did not do, and the fact that this hell man did it was twice as unnerving. "What do we have here?" Which made Pyro spin around to face off with the older male, dressed to impress.
"Um." Was all John could get out, as he stared his new foe down.
"You seem awfully interested in this here super market. You weren't thinking about shifting the balance and going on in were you? It would be awfully... dreadful if you did." The proper man explained in a droll manner.
"Oh no. You are so mistaken." John managed to grit through his teeth. "My dear ole lady friend just ran in you see, to get the groceries for a big ole grill out we wanted to plan." John laughed it off while stuffing his hand in his jeans pocket. He was going to prepare to torch this man real quick.
"Aw well tickle me all happy, you little slugger." The man laughed giving Pyro a little punch in the arm. "Look at you escorting your lady to the market and back." The man pointed. "Don't you go holding her hand till marriage though. Gotta keep the balance and order of things." He laughed. "I would hate to gather the boys and cut you up real good." Then he laughed again, like it was all a joke, which caused Pyro to follow suit just to fit in awkwardly. Then the man stopped abruptly and was serious. "Because we will, you little heathen."
Now Pyro was nervous. The man politely smiled, patted John on the shoulder and walked back towards a group of men sitting back and watching him, and just like bad luck being bad here was Kitty.
Slowly John turned to see Kitty and the cart full of food, then looked back at the group of men picking up tools for weapons from the back of a pickup truck. Looking in the store, women standing motionless, red eyes staring him down. Pulling the lighter from his pocket he looked to Kitty with the deepest apologetic look she'd have likely seen from him. A flick of the zippo lighter and then it was flame on. Following his name sake, he started throwing fire all around as turned to run towards her.