Luis vs Anger and Mikey vs Heresey, Part 1

"Are you sure about that, Blue Demon?" A voice asks, causing me to pause. I then turn around to where I heard the voice, seeing a female demon approaching from behind.

The demon is one of the humanoid variety and stands at about seven feet tall. The demon has dull green skin with dark brown scales that mimics bark, and light brown claws, and talons covered in thorns, and a matching tail and horns that resemble tree branches. The demon has murky blue eyes.

"And who are you?" I growl.

"Anger," the demon smirks. "The Fifth Circle of Hell."

"How do you know who I am?" I ask.

"You're pretty popular," Anger answers.

"So I take it that you're not going to let me pass, right?" I sigh.

"Correct," Anger answers.

"Well then-" I begin to say as I draw my katana and get into a fighting stance. "Let's make this quick. I've got things to do."

"Don't worry, this will be quick," Anger replies. "YOUR DEATH WILL BE SWIFT."

The fight between Anger and I starts off when Anger claps her hands together. "Grand Marsh Domain!" Anger shouts, as a rush of aqua-marine Cursed Power bursts out of her body. Anger's rush of Cursed Power then expands outwards, and flies towards me.

"What the Hell is this?!" I cry as I swing my katana forwards, attempting to slice through Anger's Cursed Power, but failing immediately. Anger's Cursed Power then wraps around me and rises into the air, forming "walls" of Cursed Power and prohibiting me from seeing the outside world. And finally, Anger's Cursed Power then begins to solidify, and the ground below me turns into murky swamp water, as if we've been transported into a whole new area entirely.

"Oh crap!" I cry as I fall into the murky swamp water, desperately flailing my arms in an attempt to stay afloat. I spit out some of the swamp water that I've swallowed, and turn to face Anger, who's standing on the muddy ground around the perimeter of the lake.

The swamp that Anger and I were in has sprawling, moss covered trees and a soft, squishy brown ground that is more mud than stable flooring. In between Anger and I sits a large lake of murky brown water, covered in algae and lily pads. At one point, a frog hops onto a lilypad, and then…BAM! A giant reptilian mouth shoots out of the swamp water, clamping down on the frog and devouring it, before retreating back into the murky lake.

"Woah…alligator thing!" I cry. "Where the Hell are we?!"

"Welcome…to my domain!" Anger answers as she spreads her arms out to her sides. "This is my Cursed Ability, which mimics the Fifth Circle of Hell itself!"

"Oh…I get it," I reply as I paddle to shore. "You've got one of those domain- based Cursed Abilities, where past all of these trees and marshes lies the regular city. And I'll have to defeat you to get out. I've fought your type before, like King."

"Exactly," Anger smirks. "But since you have to defeat me to get out…YOU'LL NEVER ESCAPE ALIVE."

***

Mikey aims both hands at Heresy, as Heresy does the same, the two men's hands flickering with fire.

"FLAMES OF DESTRUCTION: CREMATION CEREMONY!"

"DANTE'S INFERNO: HERETIC BLAZE!"

A rush of flames then shoots out of the hands of each man, streaking through the air towards their opponent, Mikey's black Flames of Destruction, flickering with bright red streaks, and Heresy's maroon red flames of Hell, flickering with pitch black streaks, the two flames almost the inverse of colors.

The two flamethrowers collide in a giant rush of fire, the two attacks struggling for dominance. Mikey and Hersey go back and forth, the two flamethrowers exchanging turns with who's pushing whom back. The two attacks seem almost completely matched.

With a roar, Mikey and Hersey both up the pressure of their attacks and turn up the heat, but yet again; the two attacks are evenly matched. All the two manage to do is scorch up the surrounding area, littering it with burn marks and soot, as well as sparking a small wildfire, which begins traveling across the city.

The two fire attacks then fizzle out, leaving both Mikey and Heresy completely unscathed.

"You're stronger than I imagined, Flames of Destruction wielder," Heresy calls to Mikey.

"I know," Mikey smirks back.

"But my flames are hotter than yours," Heresy adds.

"We'll see about that," Mikey replies.

Mikey thrusts both hands forwards, shooting a Flames of Destruction fireball out of each hand, which streaks through the air towards Heresy.

"Flames of Destruction!"

In order to counter; Heresy swipes a hand upwards, and subsequently, a wave of fire emits from Heresy's hand and rises into the air, forming a maroon red wall of flames to shield Heresy from Mikey's black fireballs.

"Dante's Inferno: Heretic Flame!"

Mikey's Flames of Destruction fireballs blast into Heresey's wall of fire, in a mighty rush of flames -both dark red and black- and the two fire attacks cancel each other out.

Mikey then aims both hands behind him, emitting a steady stream of black flames. "Flames of Destruction: Exhaust Pipe!" Mikey shouts as he takes off, using his Flames of Destruction to propel himself towards Heresy in a flaming blast of speed.

Mikey then brings his right fist up -leaving his left hand aimed behind his back to continue producing the stream of black flames- and ignites it in his flames of Destruction.

Mikey then appears before Heresy, faster than the demon can react, and causing Heresy's eyes to widen in shock. And once he's standing in front of Heresy, Mikey launches his flaming black fist forwards. "Flames of Destruction: Fire Fist!" Mikey shouts as he punches Heresy in the nose with his flaming black fist, and fully enveloping Heresy's entire body in his Flames of Destruction.

After scorching Heresy for a little while, Mikey retracts his fist from Heresy's face and hops backwards, allowing for his Flames of Destruction burning Heresy's body to dissipate. But Mikey's eyes widen when his Flames of Destruction fizzle out, allowing to see that -other than his bloody, broken nose- Heresy is completely unscathed. Not a single burn wound marks Heresy's body.

"Eh. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised," Mikey says. "You're a flame-user afterall, I'm sure you have some wicked heat resistance."

"I've lived in the hottest pits of flaming Hell for millennia," Heresy replies. "So yes, I do." 

Without another warning, Heresy aims a hand at Mikey and emits a small maroon red fireball, which streaks through the air towards Mikey. But right before Heresy's fireball can shoot Mikey in the chest, Mikey reinforces his right arm with his flame-red Cursed Power -which then solidifies into Mikey's Crimson Coat magma plated armor- which Mikey then uses to swat away Heresy's fireball with ease, causing Heresy's to widen in a small bit of shock.

"Me too," Mikey explains, referring to his previous statement about Heresy's flame-retardant capabilities. "Now…I'll show you the true extent of my heat-proof abilities."

Mikey then draws one of his pistols and places its barrel to his temple. Without another warning, Mikey pulls the trigger, shooting himself in the side of his head with a flaming bullet, causing Mikey's entire body to go limp. Heresy raises an eyebrow at Mikey, confused by his sudden stillness.

Fire and flame-red Cursed Power then explodes out of Mikey's body, as magma plated armor spreads all across Mikey's body.

"CRIMSON COAT!"

***

The fight between Anger and I starts off when green vines hanging from the branches of the nearby swamp trees then shoot towards me, attempting to bind me.

"Grand Marsh Domain: Angry Vines!" Anger shouts.

But before Anger's vines can wrap around me, I draw my katana and slice through them, causing the vines to fall to the ground.

"What, are these trees alive, or something?" I ask as I kick the vines away from me, and into the water.

"Or something," Anger smirks. "I can control everything in my swamp domain. Everything."

As Anger says that, Murky green vines hanging from the branches of the nearby swamp trees then shoot towards me, attempting to bind me, again. Just as before, I draw my katana and attempt to slash through the vibes. This time, I'm prepared. I unwrap the blue cloth from my sheath then re-wrap it around my wrist, tying my wrist and the hilt of my katana together, and leaving some slack dangling down between the two.

I then swing my katana outwards, before letting go of its hilt then grabbing my katana by its cloth, using the cloth to swing and maneuver my katana through the air, ducking, dodging, weaving, slashing, and slicing through vines as I twirl my katana around.

But the swamp vines are relentless.

The vines fly out of the trees at a rapid pace and are picking up speed, speed fast enough that my katana slashes can't keep up with the vines. There are too many vines for me to counter, and they overwhelm me; bypassing my sword and wrapping around me, binding my legs and arms.