"You're both dead once we figure out a way to survive this thing." He growled and gnashed his teeth at them, startling Jack with his intimidating fangs. Maurice, on the other hand, seemed less terrified about his threat because he knew that he won't be hurt, since he's the one presently saving their butts from getting roasted by the walking inferno. Returning his focused gaze to the Dragon that released another wave of fire on the indestructible force Field, something in Bryn's crimson eyes snapped at its relentless strike, as if he was done playing games.
"Enough of this!"
Switching the gemstones on the hilt of his blade with a blue one, a different kind of energy pulsated through it, all the way to the sharp tip, and in no time, the blade was malevolently consumed with a fire's mutual enemy.
Water.
