[That burst of flame distracted him alright. The red head jumped back in shock, holding one of the detached legs in his arms.]

Sorry, buddy, but you have the wrong person. I didn't do this. I'm simply... recycling someone else's trash.

[He had Osan take out a mirror from inside her kimono and he looked over his face, noting the minimal damage. Owl kept his body on alert, smirking at the other man through the mirror.]