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He sat down and took a swig of his own bottle, arm propped on one knee as he stretched one leg out.  The cold didn't bother him, instead his body began to radiate an aura of heat to counteract the freezing winds that came near him.

"I'm a Pyrokinetic in every sense of the word. This guardian doesn't scare me. I can fly too, and she can't without aid." Will said, his eyes on Neva. "She's killed some of your best what?" His eyes narrowed slightly, as he tilted his head. "You can say it. It won't bother me."