With a sudden burst of thermal energy, The Inferno King launched himself into the air, leaving a trail of black smoke behind. He swung his arm forward, unleashing a massive torrent of enhanced pyromancy—a roaring wave of fire meant to consume the sky. Plasma didn't flinch. He flew directly upward to dodge the main blast, his body moving with weightless agility. As he soared, he flicked his wrists, firing a rapid barrage of small plasma balls. The glowing cyan spheres zipped through the smoke like meteors, tracking straight toward the fiery king. The Inferno King drew his flame blade in a flash. With a few blindingly fast slashes, he batted the small plasma spheres out of the sky, each one exploding against his weapon in a shower of electric sparks. "Is that all you've got?" The Inferno King’s voice resonated with the deep rumble of an erupting volcano. In response, Plasma held his hands together, channeling the cosmic energy from his core. The rings around his wrists expanded as he formed a medium plasma ball, which rapidly swelled into a glowing, hyper-concentrated orb. With a thrust of his palms, he sent the sphere tearing through the air. The Inferno King stopped mid-flight and gripped his heavy flame broadsword with both hands. Channeling his enhanced pyromancy into the metal, the blade ignited into a brilliant white-hot pillar of fire. He swung the massive broadsword downward, meeting the medium plasma ball head-on. CRACK-BOOM. The collision created a violent shockwave that shook the very foundation of the arena. Fire and plasma rippled outward in a beautiful, deadly ring of red and cyan light. Taking advantage of the blinding explosion, The Inferno King dove straight through the smoke, utilizing his flight to gain immense downward momentum. He brought both of his blazing swords down in a vicious cross-cut, forcing Plasma to back-pedal through the air. Plasma narrowly evaded the searing edges, but the intense thermal heat from the broadsword scorched the air around him, threatening to overload his internal energy.
"Take this!" Plasma roared, unleashing the giant plasma cannon. A colossal beam of brilliant cyan and purple energy erupted from his arm, tearing across the sky and illuminating the entire volcanic landscape in a blinding blue light. The beam slammed directly into The Inferno King’s fiery shield. The sky split with the sound of tearing thunder. The Inferno King gritted his teeth, his flight boosters straining to the absolute maximum as the titanic weight of the plasma beam pushed him backward through the air. For several tense seconds, it was an immovable object against an unstoppable force—the red fire clashing violently against the cosmic blue plasma. With a final, desperate surge of will, Plasma poured the remaining reserves of his energy into the cannon. The beam widened, completely overwhelming the fire shield. The concussive force exploded against The Inferno King, shattering his stance and sending his flame blade spiraling out of his grip. The Inferno King was blasted backward, crashing heavily onto the obsidian floor below, creating a small crater. He slowly pushed himself up onto one knee, using his broadsword to steady his frame, his red cape tattered and smoking. The Inferno King’s red visor flashed as he sensed the danger. Instead of dodging, he crossed his swords in front of his chest, channeling every ounce of his enhanced pyromancy to form a massive, swirling shield of dense, solid fire. High above, Plasma’s cannon dissipated back into simple wrist rings. His visor flickered slightly from the immense energy drain, but he maintained his hover in the sky. He extended a hand toward the grounded king, his glowing green star-eyes shining bright as he secured his hard-fought victory.
