Fury's eyes flared with rage, and without responding, she shattered every window in the building with a single glare. The temperature skyrocketed, reaching three thousand degrees, making close combat nearly impossible. But before Erick could consider an alternative strategy, Fury lunged at him with a fiery punch. He jumped back as far as he could, just out of her reach, but she immediately fired a blast of flames at him. The fire raced toward him with terrifying speed, and Erick dove to his right, rolling back onto his feet just in time.
Grabbing a piece of the broken ceiling, a massive concrete block, Erick spun and hurled it at her. While she incinerated the block mid-air, Erick charged at her, using the distraction to close the gap. He leaped in for a punch, but she dodged, countering with a brutal kick to his gut. The impact was so powerful it slammed him into the ceiling, then he fell hard onto his stomach. Before he could catch his breath, she raised her left foot and tried to stomp on his back, but Erick rolled away and instantly sprang to his feet.
As soon as he stood, she tackled his legs, sending him crashing down again. But Erick swung his legs down with such force that he flipped back onto his feet. Fury, relentless, went for another punch, but Erick performed a high front flip, narrowly avoiding her blow. Infuriated, she attempted a reverse kick, aiming for his gut, but Erick ducked just in time, the kick whizzing past his head. She tried to slap him with her left hand, but Erick executed a double backflip, attempting to create more distance. However, during the second flip, she managed to kick him square in the ribs, sending him crashing through a door into another room.
Erick hit the ground hard, but he wasn't done. As Fury charged toward the broken door, ready to finish him off, he hurled a large flower pot at her face. It shattered on impact, and before she could react, he threw another one, hitting the same spot. Enraged, Fury prepared a fire blast, but Erick charged her, using a metal chair as a shield. He rammed into her with it, knocking her down. But she quickly recovered, already on her knees. Erick slammed the chair into her with such force that it bent to the shape of her face, forcing her onto her back. But Fury, undeterred, shot flames from the dragon-like structures on her back, propelling herself to her feet once more.
Now, she was more animal than human, her bloodlust fully awakened. What had started as a confrontation with a mere human had escalated into a battle with a formidable threat. Erick, with only the protective gear on his lower legs and knees remaining intact, faced an onslaught of explosive speed and unpredictable strikes. Fury's punches and kicks came with such ferocity that even a single hit would set him ablaze, but Erick dodged each one with calculated precision. He knew that reckless moves would be fatal, so he only struck back when he saw a clear opening, each blow a spectacular, unpredictable move that kept her off-balance.
He managed to land five solid hits to her face before she finally lost all semblance of control. When he attempted another kick, she caught his leg, swung him to the ground, and then delivered a brutal kick to his ribs, sending him flying across the room. Erick crashed hard, his ribs shattered, yet he forced himself to his knees. "Looks like I won't be owning you after all. I can feel myself dying already. Tell me, do you enjoy killing?"
"You think you're a hero because your monster remains dormant," Fury hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're desperate. Words are water; my flame cannot be put out. You will die screaming."
She walked over to him and grabbed him by the neck, slowly lifting him off the ground. Erick screamed in agony as his neck burned under her grip, the searing pain unbearable. But he wasn't ready to die just yet. With a final burst of strength, he crossed his forearms in an X and hammered her arm away, freeing himself. He followed up with a massive slap across her face, so powerful that it burned through even her dragon scales.
Fury stared at him, momentarily stunned, unsure how to react. "Someone needed to bring you back to your senses. Why are you mad at me, anyway?" Erick demanded, panting heavily.
"I didn't kill your friend. My friend did, because he killed his friend. I don't know how it started in your time, but in my time, it started with you. Your jealousy went rogue, and you began murdering people on every street of California. They say the government isn't going to do anything because they're scared. Well, guess what? We are the government, and we sure as hell aren't going to keep quiet any longer."
His words only fueled her anger further. With a furious scream, she kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying into a wall. He bounced off it and collapsed to the floor, yet still, he tried to get up. "I think you're just looking for reasons to be angry so you can gain more power. Being hideous, big, and powerful doesn't make you a monster. It's what you do with it that makes you one.", "Just because I can't turn my emotions into power doesn't mean I don't have any. I control them that's what makes us human. You may think you know the worst pain, but if you got inside my heart, I would defeat you every time because my pain is greater. If you can't feel it, it's because I'm the shoulder to lean on, and I've trained my whole life to become just that."
Fury's eyes narrowed, her rage boiling over. "Oh! You're so hot it's infuriating. You men are all the same the more charming you are, the more ego you possess. Let's see how far you run your mouth when I turn you as ugly as I am."
Her body became as hot as the sun, melting every metallic item in the house. Wooden beams and fabrics were the first to catch fire, then the very walls began to crumble. The falling debris seemed to defy gravity, rising upward as her flames weakened the gravitational field around her.
The heat radiated in waves, each more intense than the last, turning the entire space into an inferno. Despite this, Erick forced himself to stand. He knew that surviving this onslaught was the only path to victory, but the flames were so intense that they seared his skin just by being near them. He had no way of striking her directly; yet, he wasn't ready to die.