[@Framing a Moose]

Will then went into motion as the sound of a sniper rifle had began to sound. His smoking hand shot out, a flame blazing into life at the base of the windows. This flame was dark blue, and did not burn through anything it was around...But it stopped the bullet from coming in by disentigrating it. It showed his precise speed and control over fire, and how fast his reflexes were. Though, thankfully, he raised it in time due to the distance and how little time he had to recover. His eyes narrowed as he dropped the wall of flames, before looking for the sniper.