He lifted his head from the snow, the white powder falling from his face as he opened his eyes. Ashla lay on the ground motionless as his flames slowly burned her leg and hair. The horrible stench of burning flesh and hair reached the boy’s nostrils, causing him to bury his head in the snow once more. The cool feeling of the winter wonderland soothed the stinging of his wound, while also burning. Zack had no doubt that this blow would get infected if not treated.

He rolled onto his back, tongue sticking out of his mouth to catch the falling snowflakes that wandered by. Soon, the girl would be nothing more than charred remains. The thought of a crispy Icebreaker brought a smile to his lips. He rolled his shoulders in the snow, simultaneously shaking some of the white off of him while allowing more of the stuff to get into his clothes. His arms waved back and forth, up and down. He had no real energy left to get up, but he could at least make snow angels while he waited for the girl to die.

The ice mage will be burned like a demon in hell while the fighter with flames is found on the ground as an angel. What a fitting end…

Seconds turned to minutes and minutes into a hour. Zack shifted his gaze over to his foe, a wicked smile gracing his lips as he watched what was left of her nerves liquify under the intense heat of his flames. Today, Ashla Icebreaker had known true misery, and just maybe the girl would know better than to try to upstage Zack Blaze.