Hojo: No… *coughs slightly and slumps over himself as he recovers. He watches the flame waves form and stumbles back to get away from them, howling in pain as they scorch and charr his mutated hide. Part of his back bubbles like boiling soup and one of his clawed arms decays in the heat, thumping onto the roof, partially dissolved and melted* Fool… *even though he is badly damaged, he reaches down to pick up the loose arm, and hurls the fetid piece of flesh at her*