[Funkduder]

Tony, who hadn't moved so much since he transformed, heard the small girl's low murmur. "Well that's easy enough," he said. "We destroy the viruses and prevent the creators from recreating the viruses."
Almost as he said this, her right arm disappeared, exposing an open wound that didn't bleed. The bright red flesh stood open. Muscles, wet with plasma and blood could be seen, but the surrounding clothes remained untouched, light even shown on some of her side. Seeing Theresa react with amusement rather than surprise allowed the assumption that light could be reflected (or not reflected) on whatever she choose.
"With all of us working together, Ms. Theresa," Tony directed at the darker of the twins. His annoyance was clearly evident in the fire that ran up his clothes without affecting him. His clothes seemed to burned, but didn't char nor disintegrate, letting off a heat to those around him instead. Tony widened his eyes quickly as he felt some energy leave and quickly willed the flames to die down.