Abrupt as the attack was, Vaeros was poorly prepared for the contents of the fire extinguishers, which coated him in a substance that bit him down to the bone with its frigid temperature, even if only for a moment. His own internal heat quickly caused the substance to slough off of his skin.

He was better able to anticipate the blow with the improvised weapon, however, and raised an arm to take the brunt of the force, which he used to further his own motions and carry him around in a pirouette, ending the move with a backhand across the thug's face.

The force of his blow was great enough to send the man sprawling, but it was the pain that would likely keep him down. Running at full heat now, Vaeros' skin to skin contact with the thug had left an angry red welt raised from his right cheekbone to his left eyebrow.

Turning to the remaining thug, Vaeros tossed his head back, flicking a bit more of the extinguishers contents from his feathers and offering a fiendish smile before conjuring a fireball to his hands and hurling it at him.