"What are you?" the figure chuckles behind closeted lies. "The next Sorcerer Supreme?"

Brice adjusts the bloodied purple cloak that swayed on his shoulders while the red amulet gleaming against the moonlight. Sparks of electricity dance on his fingertips with eloquence. One last recital, perhaps, before the ultimate closing.

"You know..." the voice circles around him, the heels of his shoe pounding against the metal ground of the facility, "...what do all of the Sorcerer Supremes have in common?"

The hairs on his neck stand on edge as he summons an electrifying shield. The sparks of gold clash against the battle axe being wielded by the maniac he once called an ally.

Mitch spits on the ground, a bloodthirsty cackle escaping from somewhere deep within his throat. The shield lowers as he's drawn aback, huffing.

"They all end up dead."

Brice screams, summoning an electric sword from thin air. He holds it in his left hand while a shield laid flat on his right. He charges, the metal beneath his feet denting, and stabs the sword forward. Mitch blocks with his axe, the weapons clashing once more.

"You killed Seto!"

"And that damned brat killed Jerome!"

Brice swings upwards, attempting to slash from his lower abdomen to his chest. He dodges, retaliating by throwing a roundhouse kick into his side. It sends him toppling over the railing, hitting the ground with a mighty crack. Mitch jumps down, following him.

Regaining his composure, he begins to feverishly send bullets of electricity from his hand. Mitch dodges a couple, before getting shocked and electrocuted on the shoulder and right hand. He switches his blade to his non-dominant left and swings down.

Brice rolls away, swiftly hopping to his feet and switching to regular combat. He throws a jab at his chin, but his met with a block and a uppercut to his own jaw. Brushing it off, he kicks at Mitch's lower abdomen, sending him backwards straight into the wall. His back hits the security panel, causing the ceiling glass to be covered with metal. The room goes dark.

The blond's fist ignited with electricity, giving light into the room. Mitch had snuck behind him, tugging him backwards into a chokehold. Brice elbows him, once, twice—he doesn't budge. Palming him in the groin, he is finally set free. He aims his arm hand at Mitch, whose kneeling on the ground in pain, and fires.

He screams, electricity surging through his veins. Brice smirks—it's a direct hit on the forehead. Strolling closer, he pulls the Canadian onto his feet by his shirt collar. Their breathing fills up the silence, asides from the sparks that emit from Mitch's body and Brice's hand. He takes aim once more.

"Why the hell did you do it?" he grits his teeth, demanding an answer.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mitch  manages to sneer, throwing a punch at Brice's right cheek. He doesn't budge.

"Why did you kill Seto!" Brice shouts, launching another bullet of electrocution into Mitch's forehead. His body violently shakes as he's placed into shock.

"Revenge," was all that had been uttered from his lips.

Brice throws him onto the ground, stomping at his chest. Mitch coughs, blood escaping through his mouth as he continues to kick harder and harder. Eventually, he doesn't get up. He's laying there, simply just another corpse. It wasn't satisfying killing that murderer.

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oops i'm not good at fight scenes but this is a continuation from the last chapter thing i felt like writing