[color=aba000][h2]Anderson Jistudan[/h2][/color]

Anderson looked up at the fireballs, only now really taking in what was happening. Apparently it was a literal trial by fire, but fire can't do anything if it can't move/ And with that, Anderson's hand already slide down into his pocket and set the watch on, the young crime lord watching as time slowed down more and more until it had reached a complete stop.

Allowing himself to take note of the fireballs being ever so vigorously thrown at his face, Anderson examined them with some degree of interest and amusement. He could see a bit of his own youth flame in it, and the flame which had burnt down the warehouse earlier (of which the police were certain on the case by now). Once the fires had amused him enough, he causally strolled over to the teacher, Makimura or something, he wasn't really paying attention. His favorite Fallout Girl song came on and his mind had been too absorbed in the lyrics and his other plans to really care for the name.

Now, making his way behind the teacher, he ended his little time freeze and smiled, watching the fireballs land where he was what would seem like an instant ago, [color=aba000]"You missed, sensei~"[/color]