Within his helmet, Varicks face was twisted into a mural of pain, fear, anger, spite and, surprisingly, joy, every emotion flickering across his hidden face like the fire that hurt him even now. This moment, here and now, was the first time Varick had felt any semblance of the life that had slipped away from him. Even as his flesh simmered within the hellish torment that was his armour, his heart sang for the first time in a truly long time, beating all the more as Graduns song reached Varicks ears.
A roar to match his monstrous kin erupted from his mouth, incited by the effects of the fire, the raw and primal pain that came only from a beast burnt. But Varick was not simply a mere beast. Varick was a man of Tectaniteus. Varick was a man of Graterras. Varick was a person of the world. The world did not burn so easily.
Besides, the warrior had told the knight that he would tear off his armour, despite whatever magic he pulled out of his ass.
So as they lay sprawled on the ground, burning harshly, Varick took hold of the knights armour and rolled so he was straddling him, the heat made ever more worse as it rose from the Knight. So, with flaming gauntlets Varick began pummelling the knight, screaming a horrific chant.
"Powerful Garnet, give me the strength to bare the load of the world!
Great Lodestone, give me the power to polarize my allies, and rally them to my side no matter what!
Insightful Ruby, give me the power to believe in myself, and make the right actions!
Wise Topaz, give me the power to understand the world around me and my purpose within!
Wonderful Bloodstone, give me the power to overcome the challenges lain before me and the mind... to complete them!"