A3Writer: F³ Fighting Fire with Fire
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Friday, July 26, 2019

F³ Fighting Fire with Fire


Carl was quick, throwing a fireball that splashed against my wall of air. When the flames cleared, he was jetting over it. He had kicked off his shoes and was doing an Iron Man impression. He was about to launch another fireball, but that was probably another distraction so he could get close.

I thought about zapping him with lightning, but that was predictable. Instead I tried his own tactic. I brought my hands up, discharging some heavy wattage in bright arc. It was like a flash bulb times a thousand.
“Son of a bitch!” Carl yelled.
I jumped back and up, cloud stepping into the air. I launched my own blast, but of air, making him stagger and fall as he landed.
“Point, Reilly.” I smiled.
“Asshole!”