...what's this?
The smoke clears to reveal your Black Keys rival alive and unphased.
How can this be!? You think to yourself.
Then suddenly it all makes sense.
He's a blues musician! Blue is the color of cold, so of course he wouldn't take heat damage! You chide yourself for being so naive.
Patrick pushes up his glasses smugly. "Later chump!" he smirks as he peels out in the copter-car, riding off into the sunset. This wont be the last of him.
Meanwhile, an old man with a grizzled, white beard hails you from the corner.
"That was an impressive display of power, my young man! I have great need of a hero such as yourself. Won't you listen to my proposition?"
What do you do?