Yahtzee stared slack-jawed at Cora for a moment before slowly smiling. He was actually going to get a chance to test his skill to see how he truly compared to the rest of the group. His hands fidgeted at his sides in anticipation however before he could actually speak he saw the light display from Phil and for a brief moment he forgot where he was and everyone around him. Past memories came back as fresh as if he had only just lived through them and his smile faded slightly into a slightly melancholic expression.
Alex stood in the living room with his parents on either side of him. On a circular tea table a cylindrical object wrapped in bright red wrapping paper lay dejectedly on it's side. His parents said something about 'happy' but other than that one word the rest were blurred out in the seeming grey fog of the memory. He stepped forward and reached out with one hand to gingerly hold the present in his hands before slowly pulling off the wrapping paper. The red paper seemed to never end and grew until it covered his vision for a moment before it was pulled away in flurry. Replacing the bleak grey landscape was a brightly coloured tent and everywhere various performers practiced their shows. Clowns fell over and juggled as in the air trapeze artists swung as gracefully as butterflies. His attention was pulled from the scene by his own trainer and he looked into the old man's face before looking down at his own hands. They held matches and he took a breath before grinning and lighting one.
Yahtzee stood back in the present staring blankly into space as he fought to escape the bleak memories of the past. It wasn't that they were sad or bitter and he treasured each one for it's own reasons but they didn't have a place in his life now and he would rather just be rid of them. He couldn't do that though but he could bury them in new ones and with that thought in mind he faced his opponent with a fierce grin.
"...Don't worry about hurting me." He heard her say and he chuckled.
"I'll do my best." He said earnestly. Despite never actually being officially trained in hand to hand combat he still considered himself to have been trained by the best teachers there were: Trail and error. He shifted in position sliding one leg forward and one back to keep his center of gravity higher up then he brought a fist forward and raised it until it was level with his face. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages welcome to tonight's showing of fist on face!" He said cockily ripping off the ringleader's speech. He lunged forward swing his fist back and spinning his body slightly for added momentum and as his fist snapped towards Cora's jaw he focused his power and released it. Instead of only his fist combusting like he had planned his lack of control meant his entire body became enveloped in flame with an explosion that sent him flying backwards towards the mouth of the cave. He hit the ground heavily and actually rolled before he could get to his feet again still covered in flames. "Alright then, round two!" He sprinted towards Cora and leapt bringing his fist towards her face once more although this time he had the added benefit of his body being one flaming projectile.