Gore Warning: Injuries relating to Burns and Slices
Cassie acted first, her sword raised as she yelled and charged at Blaze.
Her blade clashed into sharpened rods, and Blaze scowled at her.
"I don't know," he said, continuing to dodge her attacks, "who you are, but this man is not worth defending." the sharpened rods clanged against the sword again.
"And I should just stand by and let you kill him?" she snapped back at him, swinging her blade at his neck.
He leaped backwards, and floated off the ground, "I don't have time for this," he snarled, flying towards her.
Cassie sliced at him, and Aiden had to scramble away as Blaze skidded near him, growling and hissing like the mob.
Aiden stared at the creature, and then he met his eyes.
He only just managed to leap out of the way as fire erupted from Blaze's hand, landing on the ground just next to the flames blocking the doorway. The room was growing hot, and the flames that flickered across the netherrack were reducing space.
Cassie's blade and Blaze's sharpened rods clashed again. She swung at his stomach, but he leaped back, then floating upwards, he kicked her in the chest.
She slammed onto the ground, the sword falling out of her hand. Aiden stared, horrified, but then Blaze grabbed him by his shirt, and he stared into the red and yellow eyes of the monster, pain and anger reflected in them.
"You have a lot to answer for," he hissed at him.
"What- what did I do?" the words slipped out of Aiden's mouth, shaking with fear.
Blaze growled, "What did you d-" his eyes widen, and letting go of Aiden he turns rapidly to block Cassie's blade.
"I'm going to kill you!" she shouts, a look of pure fury on her face as she fights Blaze, hers swings now far fiercer and far more aggressive.
Aiden scrambles away from the heated duel, but Blaze kept throwing flames at Cassie, restricting the not on fire portions of the room, till there was only a few blocks of space left, the flames dancing and growing higher, and the heat growing near unbearable.
Then, as he just barely dodges one of Blaze's flying rods, Cassie's sword swings at him.
The blade cuts through his his flesh, and Aiden falls to the floor screaming, clutching at his face, blood dripping through his fingers.
Cassie lets out an exclamation, distracted for a brief moment. And that's all that Blaze needs to tackle her, sending her into the flames. Her high pitched screams seem to echo around the room, and Aiden can only stare horrified into the flames, now so tall he can't even tell where the mirror is or where the door used to be, crackling and dancing like they were taunting him.
He didn't have time to worry when her screams stopped, though, because Blaze grabbed him by the neck, slamming him onto his back. He gasped in pain from the heat of the hand wrapped around his neck.
"Well, it seems the red-head started my job for me," he said, and Aiden squirmed helplessly as he placed another hand on his face, right on the enormous slice on his face, "Why don't I finish it?" and then his hands began to burn.
Aiden screamed as his face burned, thrashing uselessly as the scent of his own burning flesh began to choke him, his throat burning and going raw all at once.
Then it stopped. His vision was hazy from pain, and tears streamed down his face.
"You wanted to know what you did to me?" Blaze's growling voice asks, "I guess that means you don't recognize the man you stabbed in the gut. Which means, "the haze in his vision started to fade, and he saw pain in Blaze's eyes, "that you don't know I'm Jesse."
His head pounds, the smell of smoke and burnt flesh -his burnt flesh- is strong, but still, Aiden finds himself saying, "You're not Jesse. She defeated me- I didn't stab her!"
The scowl returns to the Blaze's face, "Well I'm not exactly Jesse anymore but-" then he stops, and a look of confusion replaced his scowl. "Wait... she?"
He becomes silent, and Aiden only sits there, his face still in pain and still feeling incredibly warm. For a moment, the only sound he can hear is the roaring flames. Then Blaze's eyes widen, and he stands up abruptly, a face of dawning realization.
"You're a different one," he says, and then water splashes into the room.