Rachel's words fell upon deaf ears but the voice of the Phoenix had a way of reaching to Rose. Lips curling into a smile, Rose felt better that Phoenix was taking over. It meant there'd be a real fight. It also meant Rachel would finally shut up. Rose would have some peace, at last.
When the flames shot out towards her, instinct had Rose bringing a hand to her face to protect her eyes. It didn't do a damn thing as the fire burned her skin. She felt it happen, her skin starting to crisp, the tissue underneath melting at such temperatures. But it wasn't enough to stop her. Rose had died plenty of times. She'd been burned alive more times than she could count on one hand.
She moved forward, still. In spite of the damage being dealt, her throat was in working order. She'd grunted at first but as she came closer to Rachel, she laughed. Claws extended, she came in toward Rachel, intended to deal a killing blow.