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"I'm on fire!" he laughed, clapping Jett on the shoulder. "Told you I'd carry. Don't worry, I'll keep the heater on for the next round."

Phoenix wasn't just another agent; he was the fire that kept the team moving. As they pushed onto the Pearl site, he didn't wait for a signal. He lived for the frontline. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a spinning around the corner. "Watch your eyes!" voice_phoenix_subbed_valorant_english

But then, a shot rang out. An Operator bullet caught him square in the chest. For a second, the fire flickered. He fell—but he didn't stay down. "Run it back!" "I'm on fire

The spike was planted. The site was theirs. As the smoke cleared and the team consolidated their position, Phoenix let out a sharp exhale, the flames around his hands dimming to a steady, warm hum. As they pushed onto the Pearl site, he

"Ready for a show?" he smirked, his voice smooth and full of that signature South London swagger. "Just wait 'til I get going."

The London sun was barely up, but Phoenix was already burning bright. He adjusted his jacket, the familiar heat radiating from his palms, and checked his comms.

He took a breath, the thrill of the fight still coursing through him. In the world of Valorant, people died and machines broke—but the Phoenix? He just kept rising.