Ankh didn't seem all that concerned with his charge. He stood there, still smirking. He raised a hand as if he intended to catch that fist with a flaming hand, but knocked out the flames around his hand just in time to actually do so. "Nothing personal. The prize is more important than you are."

He kept a firm grip on Philip's punching hand, and reached out with the other flaming hand to grab hold of his neck. He let the flames lick out down across his shoulders and down over his chest.