When they said this was going to be an easy score, what comes to mind isn't dashing around in tight alleys and jumping onto roofs to plant a bomb, while not getting killed.
Not that I have a problem with it. I do it daily.
Aaaaaaaand my usual enemies aren't fire-wielding duelists. The fire adds some challenge.
I throw a few daggers. He's quick enough to dodge most of them, but the last one hits in the shoulder. Not enough to kill, but it would buy me a few seconds.
On the field, a few seconds is all you need.
I leap up and dash straight over a canal ahead. He throws some sort of fireball, and it lands right in front of me. A quick jump over another rooftop makes it obsolete.
But I miscalculated, and the jump was too high. He shot me down just before I could dash again. It didn't hurt too much, but I dropped my bag in the process.
The bag was only a few meters before me, but before I could grab it, a wall of flame flew before me and knocked me back.
How the hell was I supposed to get it now? I needed to get it, and I needed to get it quick.
I had a single pistol and myself.
A pistol can't destroy fire. Unless...
I didn't like these odds. My wind powers have grown, to the point where I often can't control them anymore.
No other choice.
"Wind, show me where to go." I dashed straight into the fire.