Connor Murphy was not someone to mess with, especially if you were born with the fire element in your blood. Fighting him meant almost immediate death, unless you were actually close to as good as him.
In his case, Jared Kleinman was just about as good at him in fighting. The all-known champion back home, really. He was known for getting in fights at school alone, but when out of school, he would have no mercy. Many people would end up dead at his feet. He’d laugh at their dead bodies, saying, “You shouldn’t have challenged me.”
And now, he and his hot head were in front of Connor Murphy, whose family bloodline was all ice. Technically his nemesis. But he could care less whether Connor was earth or air or anything else. He’d still fight him the same.
“You’re going the fuck down, Murphy.” Jared cackled, clearly way in over his head.
“See, I’d like to think that, too, but you know that everyone who faces me, young or old, dies, don’t you?” Connor smiled cunningly, rubbing his chin softly.
“Yeah, well, not this time. Everyone knows fire beats ice.” Jared scoffed, rolling his eyes at Connor and putting his hands on his hips.
“Then let’s begin, shall we?” Connor smirked.
“Before I melt your head off? Yeah. Let’s go, bitch.” Jared growled, getting in a stance in which he wouldn’t be pushed away from how small he was.
And so, the fight began.
Beams of fire and ice met, causing loud hissing sounds as well as a plethora of boiling water to be made. Connor avoided the water, using his other hand to make it cold again.
It was easy to tell that Connor was winning. He pushed at Jared’s beam of fire with great strength, seeming to make the shorter boy tired easily.
Jared wouldn’t give up that fast, though.
He stopped the fire from emerging from his palm, quickly dodging the beam of ice coming right at him. He may have been cocky and arrogant, but he was also fast. He tried casting fire at Connor, but Connor easily blocked it.
Connor let the floor turn to ice as he casted ice toward it. Jared immediately slipped, his burning hand sizzling against the ice.
“Fuck!” He cried, squeezing his hand shut into a fist. He got up, trying to melt the floor and fight with the other, but his one hand was now hurt.
Suddenly, he heard ice shards shoot at him. In a hurry, he tried melting them before they hit him.
Failed.
An ice shard shot right through the boy's heart, shattering the part of his ribcage that had been hit. Jared fell to the ground in defeat, the taste of blood being forced up his throat. He coughed, and suddenly, all the could see was red. Red ice, red hands, he was pretty sure his vision was going red.
His body hit the ground soon after, lifeless and cold. His cheeks and chin were stained with his own blood, which also pooled around him on the ice.
“I told you I'd win, fucker.”
