“You’re useless. Maybe Sato was right. Are you really a Rossi?”
I gasp, freezing as a sharp stab of pain slams through my chest, and I look up at him. Dark red eyes meeting blue.
“Stop,” I breathe warningly; my heart hammering, my nails growing sharp and long.
He tilts his head, his eyes trailing over me. “You sure did good with your demon side. I guess even if you can’t fight, you might be a good fuck,” he whispers.
He did not.
Anger flares through me, and I snap, my power rising through me, like a dragon ready to destroy the entire world with its fire.
“Tell me, are you at least good at bending over like a good little-”
A scream of rage rips from my throat, and I’m back on my feet. My beating heart is ringing in my ears. Logic and sanity are gone, replaced only by the desire to hurt him.
The hunger to hurt him.
To wipe that look off his face.
I raise my fist, my aura swirling around me as I throw him back. The entire room darkens. My power is like a tornado, whipping through the air, creating deep, vicious dents in the metal that is meant to reinforce this room, along with the spells that I tear down.
My eyes are fixed on him, only him. That blue aura is swirling around him like a barrier as he stands there arrogantly, legs apart, arms crossed, watching me.
Does he think this is a game?
“Take it back,” I hiss, but it comes off more like a command. “NOW!” I scream.
“No.”
That only makes me angrier. My head is pounding as I run at him. Raising my hand, I flick it towards him, wanting it to rip him apart, but that shield is protecting him.
“Scared!” I snarl. “Fight me! This is what you want, right?!”
He’s ignoring me!
Attack after attack, I throw at him, blow after blow. He ducks and dodges, but I can’t land a blow! My rage is becoming uncontrollable. The room is being ripped apart. I can smell fire, smell something burning, the smoke…
The arrogance in his eyes is driving me insane.
I spread my hand, and the sound of metal tearing fills the room, and then a piece of metal is in my hands. I see Jayce’s eyes flicker with something that might be a surprise.
I run at him, raising my hand and throwing the shard of metal at him, fuelled and directed by my power.
He simply raises his hand, but that won’t work… I know that before he notices it, as the shard slows but continues to move past his shield as if it’s slicing through butter.
I twist my hand as I storm towards him, and this time he jumps up, flipping over me as the metal shard gets past the shield and hits the floor, embedding into it.
The ringing of an alarm is playing in the back of my mind as I turn, ready to attack Jayce, but he catches my fist. Dark red meets blue, creating a shimmering purple aura that hisses, and we are both thrown back. Then we’re both back on our feet, racing towards one another, but this time it’s different. We meet one another equally, but my agitation that I’m not winning is rising. Every attack I throw, he counters by deflecting and taking his turn to attack.
I spin around, weaving under his arms and around him, as easy as it always has been. A dance perfected and drilled into me from a young age. I arch my back as he throws a punch, his power cutting through my hoodie like a blade.
I gasp as my head touches the ground, his cutting move almost touching my neck, and then I flip over. He grabs the back of my torn hoodie, and I slide out of it, spinning around and aiming for a kick to the crotch. He catches the back of my calf and yanks me towards him, raising his other hand, ready to attack. I twist to break free, but he doesn’t let me go.
I can smell the fire growing. We are running out of time.
My heart pounds as he doesn’t let me go, and I lock my ankles around his knee and yank his legs from under him.
We both go crashing to the ground, and that rage to defeat him intensifies. I turn, straddling him and raise my hand when he sits up, our chests colliding as he pins my arms behind me.
