Ch. 4
The sun was setting as Black Mage reached "The Gates of Hell." He knew he was expected, and knew he was not welcome. It didn't matter to him. He was rarely welcome where he went.
As if on queue, "Hey! You're not welcome here!" Black Mage turned around to see a man in a yellow raincoat, his large hands out in front of him were glowing.
Black Mage tensed for battle "I sort of figured that."
"If you can beat me, though, I will give you the key to the gate."
"There's a lock?"
"OFCOURSE there's a lock!" his hands burst into flame.
"Oh… If I get the key will I be welcome?" Black Mage asked sarcastically while pulling out two knives.
"No." The two lunged at each other. Knives clashed with hands, sparks flew, and It was pretty cool to watch. Tired, the two fighters backed up to observe their enemy, more specifically, for a weakness.
Black Mage spotted two yellow balls on the hands of his enemy, from which the flames seemed to be flowing. Well, Black Mage though to himself, that's as good a spot as any…
With one hand, Black Mage threw a ball of fire as a decoy, and with the other hand threw his knife.
His raincoated enemy blocked the fire, but did not see the knife coming towards him, which soon embedded itself in the ball on his hand. When flames stopped coming out into his hand, he looked at his hand confusedly. Flames shot out of the ball onto his face, and his body soon combusted as well. He ran around comically, flaming and all. A large white key fell out of his pocket as he ran towards the nearest stream. Black Mage picked it up and calmly unlocked the door.
End Ch. 4