The death of a knight
The rooftop crackled with tension as Blake, eyes blazing with fury, dug his claws into his palms. Blood welled from the self-inflicted wounds, hovering in crimson globules around his clenched fists. Elena, backed against the edge, felt the last vestiges of fear melt away, replaced by the burning pride of her Shelly lineage.
With a defiant cry, Elena thrust her hands forward, conjuring twin orbs of searing flame. The fireballs hurtled towards Blake, illuminating the night with their intensity. But Blake didn't flinch. With a casual flick of his wrist, tendrils of his blood rose to meet the flames, engulfing them completely. The fire sizzled and died, leaving only wisps of steam.
Elena's gasp of shock cut through the night air. Reggie and Randal exchanged knowing glances from their position behind Blake. 'We knew her flames would be ineffective,' Randal thought, 'but this... this is beyond our expectations.'