C67 Trash!

"What's this?" Thunder Tank gasped as an eerie green ghost flame flickered on his body, his face registering shock, then surprise.

How could he be on fire without the slightest touch from the other person?

What puzzled him was the flame's mystical appearance, yet it lacked any heat—it was most peculiar.

"Do you really think you can beat me with this little parlor trick?"

Failing to comprehend