He's already on it. His hands are already out in front of him, gathering as much fire as the spirit would allow him, swirling in front of him. He's glad he still remembers how to use this magic, they might of been done for without it. He hates knowing that he needs this still.

But it doesn't matter for the moment, letting it form until he feels it's a necessary amount of force, letting the ball fly, incinerating vines shooting up at them to try to keep the duo from finishing it off. It hits the marked spot in an explosion of flame, fire shooting everywhere but being formed around the wind from Saori...