Number VIII stared down his opponent with focused, sea green eyes. The only thing on his mind right now was burning it to a crisp. And he would.

It. Was. ON.

Axel summoned his chakrams in a fiery burst of energy, letting the deadly wheels spin in his expert hands. He grinned devilishly and hit the ground with one of the weapons, spinning slickly for the effect. As soon as the floor and the metal made contact, huge jets of hot flame rose up in his opponent's direction and struck accurately. They didn't even have time to block!

Smirking cockily, the redhead leaped forward, weapons flaming, and delivered a brutal uppercut to his enemy. As they fell to the ground, the man dashed forward, crouched, and struck them head-on with a wall of intense fire, sending the adversary flying far. But, he ran after it and released an amazing burst of flame, and then proceeded to slash it repeatedly with his deadly spikes. The exertion of energy left him feeling weak afterwards, but he wouldn't stop.

He couldn't stop. It was all, or nothing.

Catching his breath, his drive carried him on. He struck out and punched the enemy with intense uppercut strength. All the while, he brought his other hand around and struck hard, releasing a massive ball of fire at it. The opponent went flying, and smacked into the wall. Axel grinned wickedly. This was all too easy…

He felt the fire rise within him, renewing his energy. He delivered an uppercut to the enemy, which sparked an intense explosion of fire, seriously burning them. A second exploding punch made contact, this time overhand. To finish off the strong attack, Axel brought both hands together and struck the enemy, releasing a deadly 'shot' of fire through it.

But he wasn't done yet.

The redhead leapt into the air, bringing massive jets of fire upwards. His opponent was, fortunately for them, out of harm's way.

Beginner's luck.

But not for long. He was going to end this. NOW.

Axel threw out a crushing punch at his opponent, crying out, "TYRANT!!" Another strike, "RAVE!!"

They were almost done.

Grinning crazily, he struck out again with inhuman strength. And again. And again. "TY! RANT! RAVE!!"

His rival slumped to the ground, motionless, lifeless, and sizzling.

It was over.

"AXEL!"

The man looked up to see Saix walk into the room, with an unhappy expression on his face. Not that he ever seemed happy, or anything, but right now he seemed more annoyed than usual. Perhaps it was because of all the noise Number VIII was causing.

The man narrowed his piercing gold eyes. "Is my dinner ready?"

A nod, and grin on Axel's behalf. "Sure is!"

He picked up the motionless, lifeless, and sizzling piece of meat from the ground and slapped it onto a plate for Number VII's inspection.

The Diviner took one look at it, and growled in a beastly fashion.

The once tender, perfect steak was now a mushy, crispy black mass of ash and severely burnt meat. It smelled awful, and looked even worse.

"#AMNIT, AXEL! THAT COST ME 900 MUNNY!!" Saix snarled, clenching his fists angrily and bearing his sharp canines.

Axel simply looked at him, and shrugged. "You said you wanted it well done…"

And the next sounds that could be heard were those of tortured screams and ripping flesh.

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…yeaaaaaaaah, don't trust Axel with your cooking. Seriously, don't. XD

This was a drabble challenge given to me by GeassSamurai. The criteria:

Axel shares the ability to use fire with Sol Badguy from Guilty Gear.

The challenge is a drabble with Axel using Sol Badguy's attacks. I'll describe

them to you:

Gunflame: He taps the ground with his chakram/sword in a cool looking fashion,

causing jets of flame to rise up in the opponent's direction.

Dragon Viper: An upward flying, flaming uppercut with his fist or weapon.

Grand Viper: A sliding, flaming crouching dash toward his enemy.

Dragon Install: Makes a burst of flame appear around him, increasing his

speed greatly, but tires him out for a second when it wears off.

Tyrant Rave Alpha: He punches/strikes with one arm in an uppercut fashion,

then strikes forward with the other, making a large fireball shoot at his

opponent.

Tyrant Rave Omega: An exploding, flaming uppercut, followed by another

exploding overhand punch, finally ending with a double handed exploding

"shot".

Napalm Death: Jumps into the air, followed by jets of flame rising all around

him.

He must shout out the names of these attacks.

For Tyrant Rave Alpha it goes: "TYRANT!!", followed by the first strike, then

with the second strike "RAVE!!"

For Tyrant Rave Omega, it goes: "TY!!", with the first strike, "RANT!!", with

the second, and "RAVE!!" with the third.

Long challenge, but interesting to write :)

Also, the bit with the whole Saix and Axel and steak thing was inspired by a chapter in the 'Xemnas Reports' on DA. Hilarious stuff, right? XD