The silhouette, a moment obscured by the raging fire, stepped through the rising wall of flame. The spacesuit, otherwise protective in its thick layers, was not immune to the inferno, and as the figure stepped into the rapidly dwindling sphere of unburning floor, he came like a human torch, fire in the form of an avenger. The gloved hands stretched out and clasped the bleeding man by the throat.
The man gazed up into the fiery form and the black, shadowed visor in whose glinting reflection he saw only himself. Yes, it was only himself above him in the silhouette.
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