"What place is that?" Kai's voice was calm, but his eyes were like molten lava, the dragon's fire barely contained.
Erik's smirk grew. "Below me," he sneered, the lightning around his hand growing more prominent. "You think because you have some freak powers that you're above everyone else? You're just a dirty street slave from Ground Zero."
The words cut deep, but Kai had heard enough. He stepped forward, his fists glowing with the fiery wrath of a dragon. "I'm not going to let you talk about me, or anyone else from Ground Zero like that," he said, his voice steady despite the rage bubbling within him.
Erik's smirk faltered, and for a moment, genuine fear flashed in his eyes. He had seen what Kai could do, and he knew he was no match for the dragon's fire. "Fine," he spat. "But don't say I didn't warn you."
The group watched as Erik stalked away, his back rigid with fury. "What was that about?" Ingrid asked her voice tight with anxiety.
