Iggy winced as magma dripped out of a slash. "Time to bring on the fire." He purred happily. This was his favorite part of a fight. He leaped off the wolf, turned to face him, then tilted his head back in a loud, thundering roar. He burst into flames, the fire patterns of his pelt becoming real, licking up his back and neck and face. He was still in a tiger shape; Only made of flames. He bared magma teeth. "Time for the fun to really start." He said, stalking forwards. He lashed his tail, sending sparks and burning coal skidding across the floor with a hiss.








