Yellowstone National Park was awesome, but I wasn’t hear for sightseeing. Carl was taking samples from one of the geysers when I landed.
“The fuck do you want, airhead?” He asked, looking over his shoulder.
“I’m hear to pick a fight, flamebrain.” There was no love lost between our elements.
He stood, then, a fist coming up and igniting into a jet of red-orange flame.
“Easy, we’re not going all fight to the death. This ain’t Game of Swords or whatever. I just want some practice.”
“Practice. Fighting me.”
“We have dangerous jobs, sooner or later we all cross paths. Might be good to know how to handle one another.”
“You want to practice fighting me so you can learn how to kill others of my kind.”
“Whoa.” I held up my hands in surrender. “Not like that. I’m not into killing anyone. But our people do bump heads, and I’d like to be able to defend myself and not have to resort to killing.”
He took a long moment, considering me, then he brought up another jet of flame from his other fist. “All right, Reilly, but I fight with fire, so you might get burned.”
I took a deep breath, deeper than normal, filling myself with extra wind from the breeze. I made a wall of solid air in front of me, and summoned lightning to my fists. Arcs of electricity jumped between my hands.
“Let’s do this,” I smiled.