“Deja vu? In what way?” It was evident that though Vance could clearly remember who Victoria was, the details of their meeting were... a little hazy, to say the least. Regardless, he began approaching the scene with caution–his emerald green eyes flickered, changing to a fiery, sapphire blue. His right fingertips were smoldering, giving off thin fumes of smoke with occasional blue sparks. “In truth, I’d like to go to them,” He replied. “I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night until I know this village is safe from these bаstards.” There were still a couple enemies remaining, though that would be swiftly dealt with by a sudden snap of the fingers on his right hand, pointed in the general direction of the hiding kidnappers. After about three-fourths of a second, wild, sapphire flames appeared on them–guttural screams occurred as the unnaturally blue flames devoured and disintegrated their flesh, leaving only their clothing. The blue flames caused no damage. But the napalm had, and Vance went about cleaning that up by simply opening his mouth and inhaling. All of the flames that had been left over from the blast of napalm gravitated toward Vance, literally [i]entering his mouth.[/i] He kept inhaling, and once all the flames were gone, swallowed, exhaled. Their was still the damage from the blast, but at least the fire wouldn’t spread. “On second thought, we probably should’ve kept one alive for interrogation,” He reflected, now that he was trying to look for their hideout. “If they even speak English.”