The man in the crow mask dropped from his elevated rock fragment toward the burning ground with a speed that wasn't careless at all. In midair, before his feet could touch the green flames, he pulled a flesh tentacle from his palm and drove it into the ground as support, using the tension of the tissue to suspend himself above the fire without needing to step on anything.
The flames began consuming the tentacle immediately. The purifying fire spread through the tissue from the point of contact upward with a speed that left no room for negotiation, burning every cell of the parasite forming that improvised limb without stopping for a second.
The man cut it off before the fire reached his palm. A clean, drama-free motion, severing the tentacle from the rest of his body like someone shutting a door to keep the cold out, and he landed on another elevated rock fragment that was still out of reach of the flames below.
