You wrestled–no, struggled to regain control of your own body, but Mercy wasn't exactly making it easy for you. The only reason you weren’t currently suffocating inside of your own suit was because your claws were far sharper than they reasonably should be. With them, you were mostly able to free yourself from her clutches. Now, you just had to eliminate the reason behind her freakout.

The radiant fox lights outlined Mercy’s thrashing form in varying shades of vibrant, making her appear as if she were a part of some insane pyrotechnics display.

Knowing that the flames couldn't burn you was the only comfort you were afforded in this situation. If only you had your toolbelt with-

…You glanced down at your stomach. Your bare stomach…

OH GOSH! You were in your underwear!!

“AH! Mercy! Did you eat my clothes!?” you exclaimed, frantically trying to cover yourself with your own tails, even as they were burning with illusory flame.

She wasn’t listening, of course. And you doubted that the others were paying much attention to what you were wearing while Mercy was freaking out like this. You just had to figure out how exactly you were gonna put these flames out.

>Exert control over the fox-lights using your inherent magical abilities.
>Use your sword to make careful, precise cuts along the edges of where your fox lights are burning.