"Kinda the idea!" Sam growled as the (soon to be literally) unarmed man shouted in pain. Just as he pulled away, however, the other man caught up with him. Not being a trained fighter, Sam couldn't avoid the blow fast enough, especially not from behind. The crowbar slammed across his back and skull, causing some major hurt and possible cracking of bone.

Sam was stunned big time, and with the loss of control over himself and his motor functions, he thus could not control what the stress and anger were bringing out in his body. Sam breathed hard and coughed, trying to fight the burning as he tasted blood in the back of his throat, but he couldn't. He let loose a room-shattering cry then as his fire blazed brightly from both hands and his torso, shooting out from his sleeves and the collar of his shirt. His attacker wasn't likely to be singed from that angle, but damned if he wasn't going to be scarred by the sight of melting, sizzling flesh, unless he had a particularly strong stomach.