Re: Inside (the holding cell)
"Great job, Polaris," Match remarked, glancing around the corner to watch the show. "Going in," he said. And with that, he took off once more. The men didn't have their guns but they were still in the way. He charged, barreling past the first man in his way and punching the other. With them out of his way, Match went down to the holding cells. The uniformed, flaming man paused when he saw Bobby and offered a wave.
"Hey. I'm Match. We're here to bust ya out. Stand back," he said, gesturing for Bobby to back up. Once he did, the fiery Acolyte lifted a hand. It started glowing brighter than the rest of him, flames swirling around it. He pressed his fingers to the lock of the cell and melted it clean through. Once some of the molten metal fell to the ground, Match pulled the cell open and let his himself cool down. "C'mon, we'll get ya out of here."