As Kyle revels in his new found abilities. Something else looks on. Its skin is burning, and it leaves a path of torched concrete with each stomp of its feet. Jets of smoke streak from its nostrils, with the very tails of its breaths releasing timid flames. Kyle feels the radiating warmth behind him and sets his eyes on his adversary. The beast is breathing heavily. Its stance is lopsided, and Kyle notices a wound across its chest. A gash crosses from its center towards to right shoulder releasing the precious blood that the monster needs to sustain life. If it can feel, it is probably experiencing great pain. Despite this, its eyes tell of only one thing, its intent to kill Kyle.
The beast resumes staggering towards Kyle, foolishly approaching without guard. Kyle holds his place and merely waits. The panting of the beast becomes heavier, the glowing eyes widen. One arm, formerly limp, begins to rise. The claws of the beast are well displayed, colored like polished black stone and both smooth and sharp.
Kyle knows what it is. The fire, the beast before him is the same raging inferno from the now smoking apartment complex. Its rampage could not go unchecked. Kyle placed one foot back and readied himself. The monster keeps marching, oblivious. The hand clutching, itching to catch torn flesh and to feel the flow of warm blood trickle down its fingers. The marks left on the ground no longer just burning imprints of the beast's feet, but small rings of fire.
It is time, Kyle makes his move. With speed beyond reach of any human, he leaps at the beast. It lets out a great plume of smoke from its gaping nostrils and brings its mighty arm crashing down. But this is all in vein. Kyle simply fades through the creature. It is left dazed and confused until it hears the sound of Kyle's sneakers landing behind it. The beast turns itself and pushes forward again mindlessly. However, it finds that it cannot move. The creature struggles to drag itself towards Kyle, swinging its one working arm. The tempo of the breathing climbs. The beast is covered in its own smokey fumes. The trails of black smoke are drifting back, but oddly float in place just behind the terrible beast. It takes the shape of a long cylinder, as if the air in that volume had been evacuated into a vacuum. Kyle turns away and walks on. All that he needed to do had been done. The beast finally begins to emit howls, becoming more and more determined to impale Kyle with its great clawed hand. Then the cylinder of smoke and air behind it narrows into a cone, with the point directly on the monster back. A horrible cry hammers the star dotted sky. The beast is being pierced by a burning jet of its own breath. It is struck with such immense pressure, that the needle of air simply burns its way through the creature's body. The monster releases a collection of sounds indicating its increasing agony before it goes silent and falls dead. Kyle is long gone.
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