By dansloat

03. Flash

All intentions of destruction reversed course and applied themselves, as if they had a will and thirst for revenge, all of its own. The explosion sent out a burst of heat that immediately incinerated the forearm and hand of the shooter, leaving his face half melted and barely clinging to its cranium below.
The man let out a deep, pained, moan as his body crumpled to the ground, firearm laying smoldering and still glowing red.