Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161229041106/@comment-19164168-20170110161254

Tristan screamed for a bit as he was slowly incinerated, but he wasn't willing to die, and never will.

As he burned, he shouted out a roaring cry and pushed himself to forcefully break his limit. It finally happened as his vitakinesis began healing him.

It took a minute or two before he couldn't even feel pain anymore, but he didn't know what powered him to do so. Fear? Anger? Hate? The will to live? He didn't know, nor did he care. All that mattered to him was to be strong.