With a roll of his eyes, he turned away from Eve, unimpressed by her lack of self control. Hell, while he was around, he imagined he would probably get up everyones sleeves, hence why he wanted to stay unnoticed. Turning to the man who called himself Scrubz, the name itself of his threw him off guard, releasing the blue flames. Left behind, were dead areas of the ground, though the effects were not of fire, but a highly intense force pushing at the ground, and warping the friction to grind the ground away. His eyebrows raised, answering the man with interest. "I'm Cryrax... Scrubz is your name? Like the mortal television show or as in a lowly cleaner scrubbing something down?" He asked obnoxiously.