Nope! Time for burning, fiery pain!

Good intentions aren't enough some times; Buster Girl gave an unladylike swear in a shouting voice as the tan-skinned Robot Mistress struggled her way back up to her feet. "Nooo! Stay down! Why are you so darn meaty!?" the unfortunate heroine of human race pleaded, as she began to try and recharge her plasma buster.

"That... was... ruuuude! Don't reject my hugs, Buster Girl!" Heat Girl roared, jumping up to her feet and waving both fists in the air, not in a pattern of charging her attack, but simply in anger. The two were ranting back and forth at each other like children, despite the uncontrollable fire raging around them. "A-And who are you calling meaty!? That's not a nice thing to say to anyone, Buster Girl! Why are you always misbehaving and saying rude things to me!?"

"I meant your endurance, it's really meaty! I was sure you'd be toasted by now!" Buster Girl pouted, then grabbed at one of her ponytails, which had now burnt to about half-length and smelled strongly of smoke. "Aaaagh! I'm the one that's being toasted!"

"Bad girls get toasted! Hmph!"

"Who made that rule?! Ow ow ow ow!"

Buster Girl suffered loudly and indignantly. Was there any way she was still going to manage to fight through these flames?!

((Buster Girl took 30 damage!))