Thread:TEOR-MMMM/@comment-35691777-20190420001722/@comment-26173711-20190427194024

"Ice, eh? Good thing my weapons are indestructible. Stratus, I need your help!" Cirrus said.

Stratus stood in front of Killer with a wicked grin, aiming his flamethrower at Killer. "You smell that? That, is the sweet aroma of propane and gasoline." Stratus then pulled the trigger, and set Killer on fire.