Coldfire can do whatever the fuck he wants. Not only is he Dutch, but he’s on fire and still manages to be ice cold. You know what kinda balls you need to be able to do that? Balls the size of grapefruits, at least.
Coldfire is a free agent. He has diplomatic immunity in the whole fucking world. He can close a thread, punch your cat and kick your dog. And to top it all off, he can make passionate love to your mother, bringing her to multiple orgasms, right in the middle of a public park. The worst that will happen to him is a dissaproving glare from a prudish schoolmarm.
Coldfire can fly. He can change colors to blend in with his environment. He can become invisible. In his spare time, he uses his telekinetic abilities to to cause coolant failures in automobiles belonging to hot young Dutch girls, just so he can pull up in his black Corvette and “rescue” them.
Coldfire has been seen winning a pissing contest against Arnold Schwarzenegger. He can slam dunk a medicine ball in a regulation net. Coldfire can hit a home-run with a bat made of noodles, and he can do similarly amazing things in bizarre Dutch sports involving windmills.
Please don’t question Coldfire’s abilities ever again.