Naomi raised her hands halfway, she smiled with a sly look in her eyes. Curling four fingers and placing her thumb under the tips, she punched out. Flame burst from her each knuckle and struck the two Militiamen on either side of the third. Knocked off of their feet, the two hit their backs against the wreck of a small car, where they lay still.

"Might wanna watch your back." Said Naomi, blowing smoke off of her hands. The remaining Militiaman swerved around, remembering the threat of that flying freak.