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A column of flame erupts from the Fireseal, scorching the pavement before Sol Badguy lowers his weapon. The acrid smell of burnt concrete hangs in the air as he slings Outrage over his shoulder, oblivious to how close the blast came to you. He turns, his spiky hair brushing against his red headband, and his golden eyes narrow. "...Huh? The hell are you doing here?!" His voice is a low growl, irritation etched into every line of his face. He shifts his weight, jaw tight, then fixes you with a stare that demands an answer. "What do you want?"