Arrow Hawk: Battle for the Ice - The Great NHL War (Book 4)

Battle #2: Tyler Seguin vs Zenon Konopka

Tyler Seguin strutted his way into his battle arena setting, which happened to be an abandoned factory in the city of Chicago. He was wearing a short-sleeved purple shirt under a black leather jacket with jeans. He swung his head back and forth and then put his hands on his hips, where he had on a belt with all kinds of various spy gadgets attached. He was the spy for his group of Hockey Heroes...

Suddenly, before he could say anything, he saw a bright flash of red and orange...almost like...fire! He felt something begin to entangle around his arms like a lasso. Using his super fast reflexes, he whipped around and grabbed the chain before it could wrap around him, which vanished from sight once more before he could get a solid grip.

"Come on, is that the best you got?" Tyler taunted.

"You really wanna taunt me, pretty boy?"

"Look, you're so scared, you can't even come out of the shadows!" Tyler continued, squinted at the shadows to the side, where the chain had come from.

"Don't push things Spy Boy, I can make hell for you!"

The chain lashed out at Tyler again. He dove to the side and rolled over, reaching to his belt for two pucks. He threw them into the shadows and smirked as he saw the lightning zapping from it. Then the lightning stopped flashing, flickered and went out. Someone had stomped on them and they did little harm. Tyler cussed. Luckily he had more of them, so it wasn't too bad.

"Really? I got more of those!"

"So do I! You're fighting fire with fire, Seggy!" the deep voice sneered.

"Come out from the shadows!"

"Once you give up and succumb to my fire chain!"

"Never!"

"Then, get ready for a long ass battle, sweetheart!"

"I look fo--ah!" The chain came out at him again from the shadows and this time wrapped around his leg. Tyler screamed and crashed to the ground. It was hot and he could feel the heat through his jeans. He kicked and struggled to get it off and it finally did stop burning him, probably controlled to stop. Something landed behind his head and he gasped again, as he felt himself lose consciousness. Great. Not again.

Tyler blinked awake and glanced up, finding himself under a bright light. His lip felt numb and his head hurt...a wicked headache consumed him. He looked down and found himself tied down to a wooden chair. His arms were tied to the back sides of it. He tried to give a few jerks, but grunted with the failed effort.

Then the memory of the battle flooded back to him and he snapped his head up to look ahead of him. He saw the black outline of a figure leaning against a pipeline.

"Tyler Seguin, it's a treat..."

Tyler spat to the side of him. "Really, you're sinking so low that you have to conceal your true identity and you have to tie me up?"

"I didn't want to, pretty boy but you gave me no choice."

Tyler stomped his foot on the ground. "Show yourself coward!"

The figure finally lashed out, darting from the shadows. He grabbed Tyler's hair in his fingers and wrenched his head backward. "You're quite mouthy, pretty boy."

"Yeah, and who are you?"

"I'm Zenon Konopka!" the man snarled and let go of Tyler's head, stepping back and opening his arms up.

Tyler made the mistake of looking down and taking his appearance in. He literally almost threw up in his mouth. What followed was a loud, "Ewwww!!" that echoed off the walls of the building. "Are you kidding me?!" Tyler snapped, his voice cracking. "That so doesn't go! Gosh, I can't take this! Let me out of these ropes right NOW!! I have to...oh God!" He craned his neck to the side, squeezing his eyes shut. "That's so wrong!"