Sweat was dripping copiously from his brow at this point. He was completely submersed beneath the flames, but he'd done something. Clearly. Why?

He wasn't dead yet. There's a fluctuation of chakra. Something seems to be going on within the flame, but it's silent. There shall be no cries for mercy, no guttural screaming as he's roasted alive.

What's that noise? It's the sound of running. He's coming for you. He has hit certain thresholds, and then chosen to go even further beyond.

Our hulking behemoth emerged from the flame! He appears, so suddenly, and with a certain haste and blood rush that he feels every once in a blue moon. His eyes have gone feral, and there is nothing but white sclera, shrunken pupil.

Destruction.

Fists the size of which the average man will never see, even once, in a lifetime. But our burning, brazen mountain does not intend to lash out at either of the Uchiha. He's got power, and he's intent on driving both of those fists straight into the ground at their feet.

The accumulative rattling to the foundation of the mountain itself has weakened its structure, and with the raw power behind his augmentation, he -will- break the surface of the mountain top itself.

This meant that the three of them would fall into the dark catacombs beneath, and as they fell, our giant would swing, lashing out at them viciously. They will prove there merit, here and now, or be slaughtered!

Things had just reached a whole new level.
(A)
A has activated a technique: Doton: Kengan!