Two ice queens and a flamer (Sul and Bliss)

He tried to remain calm and composed as the scene unfolded before his eyes. Out of the darkness another character entered into the fray. The young teenager seemed to have control over a manipulation of dark tendrils, but Sul could determine no more of his capabilities to this point. One thing was assured though, he wanted the amulet, and John. He dragged both of his 'possessions' closer to himself. Sul's chin raised up at his next opponent. He knew that this was going to lead something more, but he didn't think it would be so soon. Inside, he somewhat cringed at the unknown powers he possessed. Sul didn't trust things he didn't understand.

Presumably the flames should have died out a long time ago, but the substance he was made from was too flammable for that. It continually fed his flames. The chemical combination to the chilly atmosphere generated a lot of steam. Looking at the young kid, he snorted a puff of hot air from his nostrils only visible because of the icy climate.

"So, this is all your doing." Sul presumed. He was smart enough to put details together. There were plenty of valuable items to steal in the museum. Confronting two titans for just an amulet seemed feeble for anyone else.

"I don't know who you think you are, but that amulet, and that person are not yours. You cannot force your will upon others, that's not your decision to make. Now you will free that man. And you will give me that amulet. Or I'll beat you within an inch of your life." His eyes glowered at the kid with a firm disposition.

It only took a few minutes for Bliss and the officer to leave the direct vicinity of the stake out. The urge to put the officer on ice came to Bliss's mind, but she knew if she did that it would tip off the entire police force. Instead, she simply answered the basic questions she needed to. Told the officer the assailant stole her purse with her ID in it, gave him her fake name, corrected him when he spelled it "Li" and rolled her eyes to make him feel bad, and then finally gave him a made up social security number. He would run it later to see the error of his ways, and would probably try to reach her at a phone number that did not correspond to anything Bliss owned.

"Are we done?" She tugged on her shirt sleeve while glancing away from the officer.

"You don't seem bothered by this." While her demeanor came off odd, he couldn't place it as shock of some kind or merely complete boredom with the situation.

"I've been through a lot today; I'd just rather go." Taking her gaze from disconcerted to somewhat engaging, she looked to the officer. He motioned her with his head and she got to her feet and moved towards her car. With concern he watched as she made her way to her vehicle. In only a few days of actual work he never interviewed anyone, so he could not compare her to anyone, but knew he would not meet anyone like her at a crime scene again.

After collecting his data he made his way back to the stockade with his clipboard. While making his way to the cars the tubby, middle aged officer intercepted him with a red face.

"Where's that girl, rook?" The middle aged officer bellowed to the fresh cop.

"I got her information and let her go." Flashing lights bounced off of the young man's face as he thought about her.

"Let her go!" He shouted. "You let her go! We have evidence she's part of the break-in." He swept his hand past his thinning hair. "I hope you got some good goddamned information on her."

"Her name is Brea Lee. The Lee isn't Chinese 'L' 'I' it's 'L' 'E'..." He stopped in mid sentence. "Oh no."

All this and she never got her cloves.

Speaking of ignoring others comments, only one thing the kid had to say of any importance was that he owned John. That alone was enough to trip Sul off. Inner strength began to grow within him, bubbling anger grew within him as adrenaline coursed through his veins and blocking out the pain from his wound. Adjusting his body into a stance that allowed him to put more power into his legs, he prepared to use a technique he had used several times before.

"You didn't give him a second chance, you took that away from him. By enslaving him to do what you want instead of having the balls to do it yourself. You want that amulet? Come and face me yourself, I'll show you why that's a bad idea. If you have the ability to give others a true second chance, then he wouldn't be your little puppet right now. But all that's done now, you'll let him go, and I'm gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget."

Normally he wasn't the offensive type, but the kid was asking for it after enraging Sul. Flexing his calf and thigh muscles, he propelled his body forward in a single lunging leap with all his strength. The ground beneath the initial take-off cratered beneath him from not being able to withstand the pressure.Normally he could use it to jump high into the air, but he had used it before to close the gap between his enemies.

Throwing his good shoulder forward on the attack, he hoped to slam it directly into the young necromancers chest and pin his back into the concrete wall. Only side effect to his technique was he had no control once he was in the air. If the kid was fast enough to get away from him, Sul would be throwing his own body into the wall, probably resulting in a devastating collapse of rubble and dust.

The young necromancer evaded his aggressive attack through the use of his dark powers. Sul's head and torso crashed into the cement wall, causing more damage to it than him. He shrugged it off and pulled himself out of the damaged cement structure. He listened to every word he had said, he just had a different outlook on the whole ordeal.

"I think it's you who doesn't understand what a second chance is. If you bring someone back to life, its for them to decide what they should do with it. That's what a second chance is. And that's what I intend to give this kid. A real second chance. So that's right. I want to break your scrawny little face, seems that's the only way you'll learn not to mess with others."

Now analyzing his opponent, he knew a few more abilities of what he was capable of. Some sort of shadowy transportation, and manipulating some of it to kill the cops. Now the tricky part was trying to get around that. He only had a few options with someone who could travel so quickly. His only chance was to take advantage of the kids age. Taunting him may work, he couldn't let him escape with John. He was here for now, despite Sul being 'beneath him', even though he had John and the Amulet. Perhaps he was staying for a reason.

"Yeah, okay little prick. Hide in your shadows and kill some weak little cops. But you're stayin' clear away from me. I'm not beneath you, you're too afraid to fight me knowing you have a chance to lose. Wouldn't want to bruise that big ego, your fat head might burst. You have a weak little Golem, I kicked his ass hard. I'm barely scratched. You don't want to revive another one stronger than him?"

It was a lie. Though wounded, he insisted on fighting this kid the best he could. Picking up some of the debris, he hurled it across the room. Not as hard as he could, he didn't want to kill the guy. But enough to travel about the same speed as a major league baseball players pitch.

"COME ON!"

Bursting into full sprint, he tried to intercept the young necromancer before he could exit the scene. But to no avail. The boy was gone, and he had taken John and the amulet with him. Sul's feet slowly came to a stop. Now all he could think about was freeing John from that stupid kids puppet strings. He punched the wall out of anger, causing chunks of debris to fly forward and roll onto the floor. He got everything, and Sul got nothing. All he accomplished was tearing the museum up to shreds and probably shaking the structural foundation.

A squad of police officers ran in with their pistols raised at Sul-Fury. With the standard 'hands up' procedure, the officers tried to subdue Sul. The manager of the museum stepped forward and called for them to lower their guns. This was the one who tried to prevent them from stealing anything. Though obviously on his face was disappointment at the failure.

"Don't worry, Sul-Fury". The manager said. "I'm insured. The museum will be fine, and I'll be compensated for the loss of artifacts. Though who can really put a price on such one of a kind pieces of history?" he said with a sigh.

Sul replied with a smirk, then rotated his shoulder muscle from the wound he suffered from John. This will be slow to heal, is the only thing he could think of at a time like this.

"Sometimes the bad guy gets away, Rick." Sul replied. Just a part of the business. Guess I'll take my leave for now. Hope that insurance thing works out for you."

Sul exited the structure and walked off towards the bus stop. Figured he would head home and lick up his wounds. He couldn't get John's face out of his head. Sul had stopped him from committing suicide for what? So that he could continue to be that kid's errand boy. He gritted his teeth at the thought. What could he do? The way the necromancer transported has no trail that he could follow. Perhaps Sean would know something about this. He was always interested in the magical realm. Perhaps he could pay his old friend a visit.

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