Fire & Ice
Jericho: There you are you great disgrace, I learned today you hate this face. You find your art superior and as I age I’m wearier? I’ve never heard a bolder claim, compared to the cold I’ve tamed, your cinders couldn’t hold a flame. I invite you to partake in combat, at long last, once and for all, whose final moments shall come to call.
Apollo: Those that sow the seeds of discord instead of discourse are henceforth banished by my flagrant flames, their names shan’t be called a-gain. Scorched from this Earth, this disrespect you think I’ve come to earn, is undeserved, so I cast fireball to expunge a germ. Your cloak singes as you lunge and turn. Seems you can’t handle smoke, surely your lungs will burn. I thought you locked up, forgotten like lost love. I’d say I’d melt you down but you’re already washed up.
Jericho: Ha! You mock me with your weak treachery, your flames sting no more than bumblebees. I admit, being cold is in my nature. My icy tone won over winter’s favor, so I conjure shards of hardened water, shall we trade blows without a barter? You think yourself clever, as if I’m on the ropes? Truth is I need no noxious fumes for me to watch you choke.
Apollo: I command thee, bow down before my seething wrath. Shields of flames turn your icicles to fleeting baths, your will into ash, the power to chill as a craft? You speak lies you can’t will into facts, pyromancy skills I enact, merely tickle you? Laughable ridicule, I see the marks I injured you. I rid of you. Ensnared by my ritual, your defense predictable, inferno serpents spit at you.
Jericho: Wall of water to extinguish your servants, makes sense you know the linguistics of serpents. You snaked your way through the academy. Enthralled by your student’s anatomy. Mad at me? You call yourself a wizard? Let’s see you survive a spell like my blizzard, when fragments like glass slash and slice at your gizzards. You’re a farce to the arson you take part in, you’d barely serve as a lantern upon the sky being darkened.
Apollo: You use runes for enhancements of your pathetic enchantments. You insult me for going through wenches so rampant? You surround me with snow, oh, you wish to play with me no? You’re entangled in a failed angle. You need not die to see an angel. Shall I ball up some sleet, is that what you desire? Throw it back at you and fight fire with fire? I see you seek to frolic like a toddler. No doubt due to trauma since you never knew your father. No more games, meet a myth among mortals. Gaze upon the greatest one, a summoner of portals. Through it I bring you your final measly hour, behold, I rain down upon you a meteor shower.
Jericho: Finally, a challenge. Perhaps I misjudged your overwhelming lack of talent. I thought you uneducated, it was impossible to tell, with your inability and pure incompetence to spell. Glaciers like mountains rise from below, I’ll show you the seeds of discord I sow. Frozen by a touch, stuck your nose in and now you’re stuck. Alone and out of luck, still like stone and mine to crush. We’ll see how long your bones will hold before your spine will crunch. This is exactly the visual stimuli I visualized, you crystallized, your life-force inching by, I look you in your eyes, waving winking bye and then you die.
Apollo: You wish your wizardry could match a fraction of my symmetry. Casting dragon’s breath and lasting death in synergy. Hellfire thaws this brittle tomb, you’ve little room to make mistakes. As the last piece breaks, I take to flight and channel ancient might engulfed in flames so bright even the sun hates this light. Snow and ice disintegrate in essence, like a thousand springs lapsed in seconds. Phoenix wings sprout beaming in, got me teeter-ing, between a thin, line separating gods and immortal beings from men. Your skin like wax on a candle, perhaps you could handle, a novice, but not this, level of sorcery. I assure you there’s more to see, of my scorning heat, if this wasn’t your defeat. We could have handled this cordially, had you not sought a war with me. Leave you cold as a corpse, you’ll be iced out formally.
Jericho: Well that was wack to hear, you like the clone I casted mere, seconds before you blasted that frozen casket clear? Clouds roll in changing the atmosphere. Rain and hail permeate the oxygen inhaled. Wind chills, bring thrills and now it’s my turn. I shed my flesh and take the form of an arctic Wyvern. The surrounding air solidifies around me as I rise unbound. Spears form and orbit my figure as ice compounds. Master of the mystic arts, you missed the mark, you’re no God that would fit the part. Worship your king, kiss the ring and watch me clip your wings. Another life and you’ve still no wit to bring. Your frigid body will be lost to my ice-induced storm. What use is your horrid heat if it’s only ever lukewarm?
Apollo: Our might combines to steam it seems, incinerate with beams in streams.
Jericho: Frost breath I breathe and scream, perhaps our powers contend evenly.
To be continued...