Following the now conscious Ditto's orders, Hellfire made his way towards the Flash's icy antagonist. The Rogue was shielded by an expensive-looking overturned car, shooting beams of ice in Hellfire's direction. So far, none had hit their target, instead covering the road with sheets of slippery ice. However, Gabe knew that the beams would eventually hit him, and when they did, they would send people running. But he wasn't people. 

A ball of transparent black fire shielded the metahuman, evaporating the beams of ice the moment they came within his vicinity. Getting ever closer to Snart, Hellfire called out to him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Snart?" 

He got no answer. 

"I couldn't help but notice that you're still firing that cold cannon at me." 

He stepped over a piece of rubble and kept going. 

"Now, I don't know if you've realised that it's having no effect on me, but I sure have. Do you know why that is?" 

Still no answer.

"Okay, let me explain. You see your fellow Rogue over there, Heatwave? His gun could go up against yours pretty evenly, right? His fire would cancel out your ice, and vice versa. But that's the thing: Heatwave's fire comes from a gun. A flamethrower. A thing. But my fire... that's all me. It's my essence. You see, Cold, I can manipulate all elements of the sun. I am the sun."

Hellfire took one final step, standing nose to nose with Captain Cold.

"I [i]am[/i] fire."

Cold swung at Hellfire, almost catching him unawares. At the last millisecond, the pyromancer ducked underneath his arm, sending a fist to Snart's ribs. He followed it up with an elbow to the chin, knocking the Rogue down onto the ground. The guy was a good leader, a good marksman, a good tactician, but he could definitely use some hand-to-hand training.

However, the elbow certainly wasn't the end of Cold. He fired a shot from his cold cannon, nicking Gabe on right shoulder, slowly getting up from the ground. He fired again and again, but this time had no effect on Gabe, who melted the ice with his black flame. Hellfire punched Snart, bursting his nose, following it up with a knee to the face. Snart went down, out [i]cold[/i].

[i]I have[/i] got [i]to stop with those,[/i] thought Gabe.

He turned to look at his teammates, all engaging their respective Rogues, and called out, "Cold's out of commission!"

He cuffed the unconscious con and lifted into the air, ready to fly over to any teammate that may need assistance.