It had been three days since I stumbled into this abandoned building, and I hadn't left it since.
Mostly because I couldn't.
The beating I'd taken from those Maggia goons had left me in rough shape. My ribs still ached with every breath, and my muscles protested anytime I moved too quickly. Those three days were spent resting, recovering, and figuring out my next move.
I needed a plan — something solid — and I spent hours mapping out what obstacles might stand in my way.
In between that, I worked on bonding with Elecmon.
Turns out, the little guy was a complete chatterbox once he got started. His playful, childlike nature was... comforting. Endearing, even. After spending time with him, it didn't feel like we were just strangers who'd teamed up out of convenience.
He was also having the time of his life exploring the internet. Apparently, Earth's digital world was like a massive playground for him.
Through all this, I learned more about his abilities.
Elecmon could easily slip into consumer tech — smartphones, security cameras, even some basic Stark Industries terminals. His data-based nature let him bypass simple firewalls and exploit weak encryption.
But there were limits.
Advanced systems — like those used by government agencies, banks, or major corporations — were out of his league without tripping an alarm. Drawing that kind of attention was the last thing we needed right now.
That also meant no easy shortcuts — no faking my identity in government records or hacking into bank accounts for a quick payday.
With Elecmon's limits in mind, I spent some time scavenging the building for anything useful.
Surprisingly, I found quite a bit.
I managed to gather clothes, footwear, and even some kitchen utensils. Best of all, I scrounged up about $140 in loose change and crumpled bills. Not much, but enough to get started.
I glanced at a half-burned clock I'd found on the first floor.
3 PM.
Time to move.
I was heading to Mutant Town — or District X as some locals called it.
Why Mutant Town?
Well, for one, nobody there would question my current or future powers. People in that part of town had seen plenty of strange things before, and my copper skin trick wouldn't even crack the top ten. The place was also run-down, which meant less surveillance and fewer eyes from the authorities. It was exactly the kind of place where I could start building some influence — somewhere to get my footing before I tried to tackle bigger problems.
I dressed in what I could find — a pair of denim jeans, a slightly faded red T-shirt, and a worn-out black hoodie. The sport shoes I found were barely my size, but they'd have to do.
Finally, I reached for my Digivice and tapped a button.
With a flash of light, Elecmon appeared, crackling with energy.
"You ready, partner?" I asked.
Elecmon's tails sparked with excitement as he practically bounced in place.
"Yup! I can't wait! I was up all-night reading about how you humans live — and you guys eat some wild stuff!" His eyes lit up. "Like... what's a pizza? Can we get one? Oh! And a burger! And a taco! And a bagel! And—"
He kept rattling off foods like he was working through a grocery list.
"Elecmon."
He didn't stop.
"Elecmon."
Still going.
I groaned and grabbed his face, mushing his mouth shut.
"We'll see what we can afford, alright? But one thing at a time."
He gave an eager nod — eyes wide with excitement — and I couldn't help but smile and then we went back to inside the digivice.
Before heading out I felt the pressure of my power building up back in my mind, over the three days since I slept most of the time, I didn't really feel it but now it was begging to be used so I pulled the trigger.
The sound of dice rolling in my mind happened.
12-9 DC- Tobacconists' Club- A gentleman's club exclusive to high level Gotham business men and family is temporarily available to visit in Chinatown, it is currently empty of inhabitants but is fully stocked with all types of liquors. Since the roll is less than 10 it will only stay for 4 hours.
Then nothing happened…..
I surely used my power but I didn't learn or feel anything new and there still was some pressure in the back of my mind so I just used my power again.
The dice rolled again
6-11 One Piece- Pretzel - is the name of Charlotte Cracker's sword. It is a longsword and one of the Meito. Pretzel is a large double-edged sword, being longer than Cracker's height. It has an oblong-shaped hilt and a round guard resembling a biscuit cookie
Suddenly A big ass sword drops out of nowhere and clatters to floor throwing dust everywhere. I was really shocked seeing it because it must have belonged to a giant because it was roughly twice my height and in no way to hell would I be ever able to wield it.
I turn into my copper form and try to lift it and nope I couldn't lift it.
It must weight more than a ton because I was easily able to lift furniture around the building but couldn't even move it.
It was good thing I was in the hall or else it would have gone straight through to the wall.
Leaving the big ass sword in the apartment I started making my way to mutant town. Elecmon started sending directions on my digivice and 15 minutes later It looked like was on the edge of my destination because the environment around me changed drastically.
The familiar New York skyline gave way to crumbling, worn-out buildings. The streets weren't as packed anymore, and boarded-up homes littered the area — more than I'd seen back in Chinatown, and that place had been wrecked by a fight between class 100-ton bruisers.
As I was walking, I heard a faint noise of someone crying coming from an alley and also sounds of shouting. Initially I walked ahead but then I also heard some sobbing also coming from the alley and that caused me to turn back and investigate.
What I found wasn't at all surprising but it still pissed me off. I saw what looked like three boys in their late teens kicking and bullying a man. To me this type of behaviour was expected in this seedier part of the city but they one's doing the deed were something out of the norm.
All four of the men were mutants, they all had some form of physical difference that highlighted them.
The one being bullied had blue skin while the three boys looked like they were related to each other because they all animalistic features like one had a tail, one had a large primate-like arms and the last one had long claws on his fingers.
"Jazz, Jazz, Jazz... didn't we give ya a fuckin' warning not to sell that shitty product in Frankie's turf?" He cracked his knuckles loudly. "But nah, you didn't listen. Now Frankie wants us to make an example outta you — so none o' the young bloods start thinkin' they can screw around in his territory."
"P-please, Monty, man... just this once. I swear, you's won't see hide nor hair of my blue ass in your turf again. Hell, I'll move to Jersey if I gotta!" His voice was shaky, panic setting in.
"Nah... no can do, homie." His fingers flexed, claws gleaming in the dim alley light. "Filthy Frankie gets what he asks for... and this time?" He grinned wider, teeth bared.
"He asked for your life."
Before he could do some harm, my voice rang out.
I tapped my Digivice and whispered, "Stay quiet. If this goes bad, be ready to jump in."
I stepped out from the shadows.
Before he could do some harm, my voice rang out
"Hey!" My voice cut through the alley like a gunshot.
The guy with the oversized arms —Monty — turned first, his brow furrowing. "Who the fuck are you?"
I ignored the question and walked forward, pulling back my hood just enough to let the dim light hit my still slightly swollen face. I probably looked worse than I felt.
"Three of you... against one scared kid? What's the matter? Jumping him for his lunch money?"
Monty's face twisted in a scowl. "You got a death wish, asshole?"
I kept walking, slow and steady. "I dunno, Monty... but I think you might."
The guy with the claws sneered. "You must be lost or somethin'. This ain't your business."
"Nah," I shot back. "When you're jumpin' some kid half your size? That makes it my business."
The one with the tail finally spoke, voice low and threatening. "Listen here, Kumar. You best fuck off before we decide to put you in the ground along with Jazz here. Turn around, walk away, and forget you saw anything."
I didn't say a word. Instead, I shifted into my copper form — not fully, just enough for the metal sheen to crawl across my knuckles and jaw. The dim alley light danced off my skin like burnished bronze.
They didn't flinch.
The one with the claws snorted. "Oh, you think turnin' into a can of tin's gonna scare us? We see your type all the time. This is Mutant Town — freaks are a dime a dozen." He jabbed a thumb at his chest. "And we're Frankie's guys. No one touches us."
Alright. Fine.
I fully activated my copper form, metal spreading across my entire body like liquid armor. My instincts surged — muscle memory from those fighting styles I'd absorbed. I shot forward, straight for the guy with the big arms.
I spun into a roundhouse kick — a sharp crack echoed as my heel smashed into his temple. The force sent him sprawling against the alley wall, groaning as he slid down.
Before I could press the advantage, Tail and Claws lunged at me.
I ducked under Tail's grab, pivoted behind him, and locked my arms tight around his waist. With a grunt, I heaved him off the ground and slammed him down with a brutal German suplex — head-first into the concrete. He went limp on impact.
Claws lashed out next, swiping wildly at my face. His talons scraped harmlessly against my metal skin, sparks flickering off each strike. He froze, staring at his useless claws like they'd betrayed him.
I didn't waste the moment. I swung a brutal haymaker that crashed into his jaw. He crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut.
I barely had time to breathe before Big Arms was back on his feet.
"You're fuckin' dead!" he snarled, driving a powerful punch into my side. The impact staggered me — copper form or not, the guy hit like a truck.
I rolled with the force, springing back to my feet just as he came charging again.
This time, I planted myself firm. His fist swung wide — I caught it mid-air, twisted his arm, and smoothly flipped him over my hip with a judo throw. He hit the pavement with a bone-jarring thud.
Before he could react, I dropped down and locked him in a rear-naked choke. His struggles weakened fast, and soon enough, he was out cold.
I let his limp body fall to the ground and exhaled, finally feeling the tension leave my muscles.
Dusting myself of the ground.
"Yeah," I muttered to myself, "Frankie's guys... real tough."
I walked over to Jazz, who was still sprawled on the ground, clutching his side. I reached out a hand to help him up.
He hesitated for a second, then took it. Even after he was on his feet, he kept staring at me like I'd grown a second head.
"Man, you put 'em to sleep quick! What are you, some kinda ninja or somethin'?" There was a hint of awe in his voice.
I shook my head. "Nope. Just a guy passing by, doing his daily good deed."
I turned to leave, but Jazz called out after me.
"Hey, wait up!"
I kept walking, but he jogged up beside me anyway, still talking.
"Name's John Zander — folks call me Jazz. What's yours?"
"Arjun Roy," I replied. "But just call me AJ."
"You new to Mutant Town, AJ? Don't think I've seen you 'round before."
"You could say that."
"Where you from?"
I gave him a sidelong glance. "I don't really share personal details with strangers I met ten minutes ago."
"No need to be cold, man. Just makin' conversation."
I stopped and faced him. "Then for conversation's sake... why were those guys back there beating you down? Looked like they were ready to kill you."
Jazz snorted bitterly. "Nah, they weren't gonna kill me — just rough me up bad, take my cash, and make me beg. Frankie's boys love makin' examples outta folks. You see I sold more product than them in their own area and that pissed them off something fierce"
"I don't think they would have stopped after roughing you up" I muttered.
"Yeah, well... I'm still breathing, so I guess I win," he shot back with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"You know your way around M-Town, Jazz?"
His grin turned genuine. "Know my way around? Baby, I'm the guide. I can show you every crack, corner, and shortcut in this whole damn place."
"Then can you tell me where I can get a place to stay or someplace, I could work at, I am new to the city and don't really have anywhere to go?" I enquired.
"I don't usually help anyone since people here are assholes but since you saved my ass, I'll return the favour"
I gave him a nod. "Then lead the way."
"how's life here?" I asked out of curiosity while we were making our way towards the heart of the neighbourhood.
"Mutant Town? Oh man... where do I even start?" Jazz chuckled bitterly, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets.
"It's a dump, straight up. Broken streetlights, busted sidewalks, and half the buildings look like they're held together with duct tape and prayers. You ever seen a fire hydrant leaking green water? 'Cause we've got that. And don't even ask what's floating in the gutters — if it moves, you don't wanna know."
He shook his head and sighed.
"But hey, it's our dump. Folks here? We ain't like the mutants you see on TV. No spandex, no Xavier's fancy mansion — just people trying to make it through the day without frying the toaster or setting the curtains on fire. Half of us got powers we barely understand, and the other half... well, they just try to keep their heads down."
Jazz paused, his face darkening.
"Thing is, Mutant Town's got rules. Frankie's crew runs half the streets, and Kaufman's run the other half and what's left it run by Charlie Hustle if you don't pay up or follow their 'guidelines,' you're in for a bad time. Cops? Hah! They barely show up unless someone's already bleeding out on the pavement. And when they do come, it's to crack heads first and ask questions never."
Then his face softened a little.
"But y'know... it's not all bad. People look out for each other here — like, really look out. Got a busted heater? Mrs. Cardenas two doors down will lend you her space heater without askin'. Need a hot meal? The folks at Daniel's Place never let anyone go hungry. We've got each other's backs 'cause no one else will. Yeah... Mutant Town's rough, but if you're willing to roll with the punches, you might just find yourself a family here."
Jazz gave a crooked grin.
"Just… watch your step, man. This place'll chew you up if you ain't ready for it."
I Finally saw some people ahead and they did not look like your typical New York crowd.
The people were just as varied as the sounds.
A hunched figure shuffled past, wrapped in layers of mismatched clothing, a battered hoodie drawn tight over his head. His fingers — twice as long as normal — twitched and curled like restless vines, the nails dark and sharp. Across the street, a tall woman with lizard-green scales running down her neck leaned against a wall, flicking her tongue out every few seconds as she lazily smoked a cigarette.
At a corner fruit stand, a vendor with stone-grey skin and bulging veins argued with a customer who had cat-like eyes that gleamed yellow even in the afternoon light. The vendor slammed a fist on the counter, causing the apples to rattle — the knuckles looked like granite. The cat-eyed man just grinned, flashing razor-sharp teeth.
A group of kids darted by — a blur of strange features and reckless energy. One had feathers sprouting from her forearms like half-formed wings, another had translucent skin, his organs faintly visible beneath. They laughed like nothing in the world could touch them — because here in Mutant Town, weird was normal.
Down the block, a man in a stained coat adjusted his sleeves, revealing metallic wires embedded along his forearms — cybernetics pieced together from junkyard tech. He gave Arjun a wary glance, like he knew trouble when he saw it.
Then there were the locals — the ones without obvious mutations. Some had faint scars, others wore layers that hid who they really were. They moved quickly, eyes down, not out of fear — but because keeping to yourself was just how you survived here.
The whole place buzzed with tension — not the kind that explodes instantly, but the kind that simmers, ready to boil over at the slightest spark. This wasn't just a neighborhood — it was a pressure cooker full of people who didn't fit anywhere else.
Then Jazz started telling me about all the various places that I can visit.
"Man, Mutant Town? It's a wild place — loud, messy, and always moving. Folks think it's just some rundown slum, but nah... there's life here, real life.
You got places like Wannabees, right? That's where people go when they wanna blow off steam. It's this crazy dance club where mutants don't gotta hide. People there? They own what they are — glowing skin, horns, wings — they flaunt it. The music's loud enough to rattle your bones, and if you're lucky, you might catch a live gig by some local mutant band like Sentinel Bait or Juggernaut. They ain't bad either — real intense stuff.
If you're lookin' for food, hit up The Double Helix — best mutant-friendly diner in the district. They don't care if you've got scales, extra limbs, or glow like a damn lamp — they'll still serve you a killer burger. The owner, Gina, she's got eyes like a hawk — literally — and she don't put up with no trouble. Place is really cozy too, a rare thing around here.
Now, if you want some fresh threads, check out X-Factory. Mutants there design stuff that fits… well, people like us. Got wings? They'll cut you a jacket that won't rip apart. Extra arms? No problem. Hell, their stuff's so good, you'll see non-mutants sneakin' in to buy from 'em too.
For drinks? You'll wanna avoid Frankie's Lounge unless you like your booze served with a side of broken glass. That joint's run by some bad types — mutants who work for guys like Filthy Frank. But if you want a proper drink without the drama, The Power Plant is solid. It's more chill — just folks unwindin' after a long day.
There's also Mutatoo, if you're into tattoos. The artist there, Deke, can shape ink with his mind. Seriously, I've seen him give a guy a full sleeve without even pickin' up a needle.
We've got artists too, like Nemesio Pietri. His stuff? Crazy beautiful — paints mutants like gods on murals across the district. And if fashion's your thing, you gotta know about Jumbo Carnation. That guy's a legend — mutant designer who's made some serious waves. His stuff's bold — real mutant pride kinda stuff.
There are another joint's too but we can get to them later I first wanna introduce you to someone."
he streets of Mutant Town felt like they belonged to a different world. The air was thick with a mix of stale smoke, old grease, and something faintly metallic. Buildings loomed over narrow alleys like crooked teeth, their walls covered in graffiti tags and faded murals of mutants standing defiantly with slogans like "Our Genes, Our Strength". Broken glass crunched underfoot as Jazz led me deeper into the maze of twisting paths and dead-end corridors.
"Yo, you sure you ain't setting me up for a mugging?" I muttered, half-joking.
Jazz snorted. " Nah man,just taking you to meet Marcus he's cool. Bit paranoid, but cool. Just don't spook him, alright?"
"Paranoid? Why?"
"Well..." Jazz paused, eyeing me for a second. "Let's just say Marcus is smarter than most of the guys around here. He knows how things work."
We turned down another alley, this one so tight I had to shift sideways to squeeze past an overflowing dumpster. The flickering neon of a half-dead sign — "Reparo" — cast the walls in a sickly red glow. Huh Harry Potter reference, Neat.
"Almost there," Jazz muttered, stopping at a rusted metal door. He banged on it three times in a slow rhythm, paused, then tapped once more.
The door opened a crack, and a sharp voice barked, "Who the hell is that with you?"
"Relax, Marcus. It's AJ. I told you about him," Jazz answered.
The door swung open wider, and Marcus stood in the frame. He was taller than I'd expected — maybe six foot three — with broad shoulders wrapped in a faded grey hoodie. His face was sharp, with tired eyes that didn't miss a thing. The faint glow of golden veins shimmered under his skin before fading again.
"Inside," Marcus grunted, stepping back.
The room smelled like stale beer and soldered metal. Junk was everywhere — spare wires, circuit boards, half-dismantled radios — like Marcus had been building something out of garbage. In the corner, a beat-up couch sagged under the weight of a patched-up blanket and a battered guitar.
"So," Marcus said, crossing his arms, "What the hell is this about?"
"Relax," Jazz cut in. "AJ helped me out earlier. Bailed me out when Monty and his boys tried to rough me up. Didn't you say you wanted some muscle for cheap and since you got an extra room and AJ here doesn't have a place to stay, he could work for you and live here till he gets his own place and maybe you could teach him your repair stuff it'll lighten the load on the shop too. Thought you two should meet."
Marcus gave a slow nod, still watching me. "That so?"
"I can handle myself," I said.
"Yeah?" Marcus snorted. "This place's full of people who think they can handle themselves. Don't mean shit."
"Marcus, man," Jazz cut in, "you shoulda seen it. Big Arms, Tails, and Claws? AJ dropped 'em all in like, what? A minute?"
"Three," I corrected.
Marcus raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "So, you're strong. Great. Real useful till someone tougher shows up."
I narrowed my eyes. "I ain't just strong."
"Oh?" His voice hardened. "What are you then?"
I flexed my fingers and activated my copper form just enough for my skin to glint like polished metal. Marcus's expression didn't change.
"Not bad," he muttered. "But you're making a mistake showing that off. Around here, flashy types don't last long."
"I'll manage," I shot back
That's cute," Marcus muttered. He reached for a dented soda can on the table and grabbed a rusted crowbar with his other hand. Before I could ask what, he was doing, his fingers glowed faintly gold — and the metal from the crowbar slithered like liquid over the can, merging them into a twisted hybrid of steel and aluminum.
"Still think you're the toughest guy in the room?" Marcus said, voice low.
I blinked. "That's... impressive."
"Yeah?" Marcus scoffed, tossing the twisted can back onto the table with a clatter. "Don't mean I'm lookin' to pick fights. Power gets you attention — and not the good kind."
" Marcus arched a brow. "What happens when the cops or Frankie's boys figure out you're more than some random drifter?"
"I'll deal with it when it happens."
Marcus chuckled dryly. "Great plan."
"Hey, man," Jazz cut in, "I figured you two could help each other. AJ wants to get his footing, you know stuff. Maybe you could —"
"I don't babysit," Marcus snapped. "And I sure as hell don't teach guys who think punching their way through life is gonna keep them safe."
"I'm not looking for a teacher," I said firmly. "I just want a place to stay and keep my head down, if you didn't notice my accent, I am new to the city and not exactly in a legal way."
Marcus stared at me for a moment, then sighed. "Alright. Fine." He walked to his workbench, grabbed a scrap of metal pipe, and held it in one hand.
"You wanna survive around here? It's not about being strong — it's about knowing what to use and when."
His hand glowed faintly, and the pipe twisted like melted wax, reshaping itself into something resembling a brutal-looking club reinforced with jagged metal ridges. He tossed it to me.
"When trouble finds you," Marcus said, "it's better to have options than just fists."
I stared down at the twisted weapon in my hands.
"I fuse things," Marcus said simply. "Metal, concrete, glass — doesn't matter. If it's solid, I can make it into something better."
"Yeah, well, don't get ideas," Marcus warned. "If Frankie's guys come sniffing, I'm not fighting your battles for you."
"Wasn't asking you to," I said, meeting his gaze. "But maybe if we help each other, things might go easier."
Marcus studied me a moment longer before sighing. "Fine. Don't be dumb, and maybe you'll stick around long enough to learn something."
Jazz clapped me on the back. "See? Told ya Marcus was cool."
"Yeah," I muttered, still watching Marcus. "Real warm welcome".
He pointed to another door in the room and said "If you can clean that room up, then there's a couch on there where you can sleep there just don't touch anything in here until I tell you so".
"I am only doing coz' I owe jazz here for a favour and he is asking nicely I don't want any surprises okay?"
"Okay"
Then we shake hands.
It took me hours to clean the room, it was good enough for now.
It had a sofa bed on which I was laying right now.
Marcus had left the shop to go somewhere and told me that he would return tomorrow morning and would show me around the shop, I had a pizza for dinner which I bought from the local pizzeria.
Before I went to sleep I wanted to check with Elecmon about the things I asked him to do so I was about to call him but before that I felt the pressure of my power which I had been ignoring since I met with marcus reach to its pinnacle and about to break through so I used it.
I heard the sound of dice rolling.
20-2 MHA – Dark shadow- Dark Shadow grants the user a shadowy, monster-like being from within his body that they can materialize and de-materialize at will. Dark Shadow effectively acts like a personal guardian, functioning as a living appendage that follows all of its master's commands. It is sentient, capable of speech, and loyally protects its host, regardless of the state it finds itself in. Since it was a low roll Arjun gains the potential to enhance any future based shadow powers.
Again nothing happened that I noticed immediately but I felt like I gained some sort of potential ???.
I still felt the pressure of the power like it happened in morning so I rolled it again.
The dice rolled.
13-19- Fairy Tail- Fire God slayer Magic- Fire God Slayer Magic is a Caster Magic, Ancient Spell, Lost Magic and a type of God Slayer Magic that utilizes fire. This magic incorporates the element of fire into the user's body, allowing them to produce black flames from any part of their body,[ which are mostly used as a means for offense.The user is also able to consume external sources of fire in order to replenish their strength and rid themselves of fatigue, thereby making them immune to fire-based attacks. Since the roll is high Arjun also gains all the techniques associated with it.
I think this time I might have bitten more than I could chew. I felt an intense burning sensation going through my body. It looked like I was being burned in a furnace and being remade into something stronger something arcane.
Then I felt something growing near my heart, like a new organ forming.
The continuous turmoil my body was being put through must have alerted Elecmon because he materialised over me and asked in a paniced voice " AJ what's wrong ? why are you so warm ?"
I wanted to answer him but I couldn't, the whole process went on for more than 4 hours.
I had passed out from the ordeal but I woke in the middle of the night.
I saw that Elecmon was sleeping on top of me so I slowly pressed my digivice and transferred him into it.
The questions could wait for later, I had much more pressing things to attend to.
I immediately went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror.
My previous black hair now looked more refined and blacker. I had become slightly more handsome but the main difference was on my body.
After I had gained the copper power I had become more fitter but now I had abs, honest to god ABS and each muscle in my body looked like it was ready to explode in action whenever necessary and I had gained a couple of inches too.
This would be hard to explain to Marcus and he had specially said he wanted no surprises. DAMMIT.
While wondering all this it looked like my night was not over as I was suddenly hit with new information pouring into my brain.
I gained the knowledge of how to use my new magic and all the techniques associated with it, I gained the knowledge of basic magic theory and how magic is the physical embodiment of the spirit. When the physical spirit of an organism connects with the spiritual flow of nature, the spirit forms Magic as a product of the connection. Though Magic goes beyond reason, it is still born of reason and it takes an enormous amount of concentration and mental ability to use it.
The techniques I gained were
Fire God's Bellow – The signature of move of God slayer's, Arjun breathes a massive fireball of flame at his opponents.
Fire God's Explosive Flame: Arjun releases a massive stream of black flames at his opponent from his arm by launching his arm forward in a punch-like motion. Once the flames reach their target, they increase in size, creating a giant explosion.
Fire God's Scythe: Arjun forms a scythe of black flames off of one arm, which he uses as a weapon for destructive results.
Fire God's Kagutsuchi: Arjun spreads his arms and legs and unleashes a giant ball of black flames around himself
Fire God's Supper: An attack where Arjun claps his hands down to launch a mouth-shaped attack of black flames at his foe(s) to trap them in the black flames and turn them into ashes.
It feels like tomorrow is going to be a long long day.