Fire can be Red, Ice can be Blue (Closed to Entei)

Throughout Ms.Montreal's travels she's encountered a number of powerful individuals. Most of these she had been able to persuade into working under her, making things much easier on her. The smaller the number of people that there were to oppose her the better. It seemed like the heroes of the world were not posing such a threat as they have in the past, but she had come across word of a select few who might actually be a problem. Today she was seeking out one in particular that she would hopefully put in his place.
He went by the name Michael Krieger, but according to the intel she was able to gather he also went by the alias 'Entei' and possessed the ability to manipulate fire. There were multiple reports of church higher-ups trying to eliminate this man as well due to the fact that he was supposedly considered a demon. Sounded more like religious folklore to her. Only the church's explanation for an individual having powers. They needed to get with the times is all. Her each for this man brought her to upper New York on Lake Ontario.

Her and an assistant were being driven to the lake house where they were told they would be able to find Mr. Krieger. They were riding in a Mercedes Maybach, the windows had been tinted to a point where they could not be seen through. Soon enough they came across the designated driveway and simply pulled up. The driver parked and then got out of the car to open the door for his passengers. From the car stepped out a rather large man dressed in a very well fitting suit. He had on sunglasses and adjusted his tie as he began to make his way to the door. Behind him came Genevieve holding a clipboard. She was dressed like a secretary, hair up in a ponytail, glasses, white button up shirt that was buttoned all the way up. Gena wanted to remain professional looking on her visit. She also had on a tight black pencil skirt that ended just below her knees, with a small clutch draped over her shoulder and the soles of her black patent leather heels flash with a signature red with every step she took.
As the two of them approached the house, Gena checked her phone and looked over some papers on the clipboard while the larger gentleman adjusted his suit coat and moved his sunglasses to the top of his head. Gena was doing this on purpose, making herself look like just an assistant. It was a little bit of a newer tactic that she was trying. The man stood at about 6'5" and with a powerful hand he knocked on the door. When there was no initial answer he knocked again.
"We are looking for a Mr. Michael Krieger. There are a couple of questions that we would like to ask you. It will only take a moment of your time.

This man, who simply went by James, was also employed by Gena however he did not know what she looked like. He was given this assignment to take out a potential threat to the organization that he had been recruited into and Gena was tagging along as his assistant. At least, that's the story he was told. The two of them only had intel on their target's looks and a small extent of his abilities. His personality, intelligence, fighting tactic were all things that they would need to figure out on the spot. Though, if things went as planned, it would only be Gena dealing with this man. James was disposable. Most of the non-metahuman brutes that she recruited were used for this type of 'meat-shield' work. The two of them heard foot steps heading towards the door, James gave a quick glance to Gena and she gave a nod. They had to be ready for literally any reaction. He was classified as a 'hero' so there was a good chance that he would not lash out on the offensive immediately. If the two of there were just harmless realtors, or new neighbors, such a move would not bode well for his reputation.

Michael stifled a yawn, as the loud banging of the front door echoed throughout the master bedroom of the Dimartino family lake house. He opened an eye wearily, and turned his head towards his girlfriend, Uzma, to find that she, amazingly, was unphased by the near cataclysmic banging that ringed in his pointed, elf like ears. Grunting, he gently pulled the blankets off his his body, careful not to disturb her sleep, and laid his feet on the cold, hard wood floors of the bedroom. He looked over at his love, a smile growing onto his tired face. Drooling into the pillow, a cowlick in her hair, she looked every ounce as beautiful to him as she always did. Leaning over, he planted a small kiss on her forehead, his hand resting gently on her cheek.

"It's okay hun," he whispered into her ear, and a small grunt from her. "It's probably just a Jehovah witness or something, I got it. Go back to bed." At the foot of his bed, his small, demonic, changling pet 'cat', named Kuro, lazily stretched out, it's twin tails swaying in the air. As the small creature jumped off of the bed, it grew to the size of a German Shepard, and moved to the corner of the room, grabbing its masters sword, the Kurikara blade, in its mouth.

His tail  scratching the back of his bed head infected hair, he shook his head at the creature, he didn't think he would need the sword at this moment. Shirtless, wearing nothing but loose fitting, cloth pajama pants, he headed towards the front door of the rather large, country style home. An electric fireplace burned in the foyer as he entered, and the lights automatically turned on, dimmed in anticipation for the small amount of the light the early morning provided. As he drew closer to the door, he took in a large sniff, his demonic body taking in every scent even remotely close to him. He smelled two unique scents, and from the pheromone levels, he deduced that it was one man, and one woman, though, much else he could not tell.

"Alright, probably just some salesman..." he muttered to himself, scratching at his chest, and doing his best to tame his wild locks of blue-black hair. As he opened the door, he scratched tiredly at his chest, giving the two a half awake stare. Down the left side of his battle hardened body, ran a long, thin scar, that anyone with medical experience, or experience with scars in general, would be able to tell came from a blade. He opened the door to its full extent, his tail snaking into view, almost curiously, behind him.

"Yea, whadda want? You almost woke up my girlfriend, which would have been shit, for all three of us." He grunted out. He was already not happy to be woken up so early and was rather curious to see what these two wanted fro him.

Gena immediately noticed the tail. So maybe he actually was a demon, how curious.
"Yes, good afternoon. We do apologize for waking you, however there are some things we must discuss with you."
Gena was listening closely to James speak. They had not discussed a battle plan of any sort before going, so she just wanted to see what he would come up with.
"We are with the contracting company for this area, and there have been a number of concerns with the structural integrity of some of the houses' foundations out here."
He turned and took the clipboard from Gena's hands and flipped over a few papers and then showed it to the homeowner.
"Here are our credentials, we'll just be walking around the grounds here doing a couple of inspections. Feel free to return to your slumber, we will only be a moment"
James handed the clip board back to Gena and then instructed her to go get a bag from the trunk of the car. He smiled to Michael and then went on his way to 'inspect' the house.
Seems like this one has more brains than most of them. Apparently he actually thought this one through. thought Gena.
Once she got to the car and opened the trunk she was even more impressed to see that the bag she was sent to grab was full of C4 packets. Its too bad James would not make it through all of this, it might have been helpful to have someone with a little more brains around. She took the bag and began to place them around the foundation of the house, and other places where an explosion would cause the most damage. She passed the bag off to James who finished placing the explosives around. Genevieve made her way down a pathway to the lake. She stood looking over the lake, and from a section right in front of her she began to condense and freeze the water into her own black ice while James continued to place explosives. After a little bit of time, James had finished placing the C4 and Genevieve had created a pretty decent slab of black ice that was hiding in the lake just under the surface but was still continuing to increase in size. James made his way down to the shore line and stood next to Gena, pulled out a remote detonator and pressed the button.

Genevieve crossed her arms and rolled her eyes and James threw the detonator into the lake. Only a small portion of the explosives went off, taking out maybe their living room and kitchen. Gena rubbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance.
"God, are you seri-- Hey! Where are you going!?" said as James had gone off in a mad sprint trying to make it to the car. Ms. Montreal cursed under her breath and began to walk quickly after him, there was no way in hell she was going to run in the heels she had on. Unfortunately he managed to make it to the car long before she even got close. He threw the driver out, got into the car and tried to gun it before their target got out of the house. No doubt he would try to kill the both of them.
She got to the drive way as he entered the street and threw down the paperwork she had in her hand. Behind her, the house still stood, more than likely still structurally sound. There was a very large hole where the foyer would have been and it was now painfully obvious that they were not with the contracting company in the area. Gena turned and looked at the house and the damage.
"Heh.. Well that must be all that structural insecurity we've been hearing about..." she said awkwardly with a slight chuckle. Ms. Montreal had a feeling that things were going to heat up rather quickly, and unfortunately that would more than likely be in a very literal sense.

'Structural integrity?' Michael thought to himself, reading over the documents that the rather large man had placed in front of him. Through his still half sleep filled eyes, he pretended to understand what any of their 'credentials' meant. Rubbing the crust from his eyes, he raised his eyebrows in a mild amount of interest. To say his family was wealthy, would be quite an understatement. Had Chelle really let the house fall into that bad of disrepair? It was possible, after all, the DiMartino family did own so many properties, that Michael hadn't even found out about this one until Nathaniel suggested he take Uzma on a weekend away here. Shrugging lightly, Michael scratched at his slightly fang like canines, and gestured for the duo to do as they were sent.

"Sure, yea, whatever you say. Just, keep the noise down." And with that, he shut the door behind him, walking back towards the kitchen in the rear of the house. His footsteps were matched by the footsteps of Kuro, as the changling obediently followed it's master, sword still in it's mouth, a slight purr emitting from deep within it's throat. The half demon gave the cat a obligatory pat on the head, before continuing into the kitchen. At the far end of the kitchen, was his real target, the refrigerator. At first, Michael hadn't been incredibly comfortable with the new live of luxury he had been living. Having grown up with a pastors pay, it was very, very odd for him to want for literally nothing. That was, until the first time he saw the pure amount of food he now had access too.

This fridge was stocked. Anything he could ever want, at his finger tips. He knew his family was rich, but, the fact that they paid people to continuously keep every property they owned stocked with fresh food? That was something that was just, outstanding. That's not to say, however, that Michael, and by extension Uzma, didn't stay with their low middle class roots at times. He didn't go for any of the fancy, pre cooked, gorument, frozen meals that laid fresh in the chest freezer attached at the bottom of the fridge. No, instead, he dug around for a slice of the meat lovers pizza Uzma and he had ordered the night before. Hungrily digging in, he paused, taking in a deep breath.

"Shwat she shell?" He said aloud, a mouth full of dough, cheese, and meat constricting his speech patters. Swallowing the cold pizza, he took in another deep breath through his nose, his enhanced sense picking up a familiar scent. "I've smelled this before..." He continued, taking in several more large whiffs. "With Jeisen...he was teaching me...something...gah!"

Slapping his head with his palm a few times, he willed himself to remember this scent. What was it? What could it possibly be? Another loud purr from Kuro, followed by a few, short, repeating beeps, jogged his memory.

"KURO! UZMA!" He roared, holding up his hand for the demonic relic of his heritage, the Kurikara blade, which he caught as he began running out the door. Flicking the sword downward, his transformation took place in the blink of an eye. Fiery horns burned into life a top his head, the tip of his tail, following suit, igniting into an mesmerizing inferno of blue flames. His canines grew, becoming much more pronounced and fang like. His pointed ears extended, becoming much more lithe and elf like. His eyes, became wildly feral, the black cornia now glowing a deep, blood red.

At his masters command, Kuro bounded towards Uzma, turning into the size of a large horse as it entered the room. The changling covered its masters mate, it's durable skin being more than enough to take the blast.

As half of the house caught fire, Entei bounded through the flames of the explosion, a deep growl emitting from within his chest, his teeth barred. He looked around, the woman stood in the drive, watching as her precious car took off without her. That was fine with the now enraged half breed standing in front of her. With a snap of his fingers, the car didn't just ignite, it incinerated. Flames  hot enough to make it as if steel never existed breathed into life where the car had once been, leaving not enough dust where the vehicle, and man had once been.

"I've never been a fan of those foreign pieces of shit..." He said, turning his attention to the girl, sword raised high and pointed towards her throat. "You have ten seconds before I skin you alive, start talking."

Blue fire, that was definitely interesting. Not something one sees everyday. It was also quite impressive that he managed to destroy her car in such an absolute fashion. The only sad part was that she actually quite liked that car, brand new. But oh well. He was clearly upset, his appearance had changed and he was now wielding a sword. Genevieve stood calmly at the top of the driveway and let out a sigh. It was supposed to come to this anyways.
"Well, if you must know. I've been trying to run together a bit of an organization, and in the process I have also been systematically eliminating those who might become a problem to me or my employees down the line. Just so happens that you were next on my list. James, who you've recently reduced to a form less than dust, was here to help. Had his explosive plan not failed we probably wouldn't be having this conversation. But I suppose that this makes things a little bit more interesting." she said as she adjusted her glasses to rest a little higher on her nose.
"Sadly though, James was supposed to be my muscle. Things might have been slightly easier if I had a little bit of backup. I know it sounds cliche, but I suppose I'm going to have to deal with you myself. Though no worries, I do have some manners. This is your home so I will allow you to 'go first'." She said with a casual grin. Gena moved a thin strand of hair behind her ear before crossing her arms again.

Whether this man saw her as a threat or not, she still stood with an air of confidence about her. Genevieve on the other hand was definitely going to have to be on her A-Game against someone like him. His abilities were the opposite of her, and on paper he would easily be able to over power her. However he was enraged at the moment, might not be thinking properly since she just attempted to harm him and his family. His possible recklessness might allow her to tilt things in favor of her. This was all speculation though as not a single punch had been thrown. It was not often that Ms. Montreal would dirty her hands with this sort of grunt work, however it kept her in shape. Gave her something to do, gives life a little bit more excitement. But its true what they say, if you're going to play with fire you'll probably get burned.

Entei wasted absolutely no time with this fight. As the girl had been delivering her monologue, he had already begun gathering flames around him, the blue embers swirling into life in a vortex like pattern around the half demon. In truth, he was enraged, but not so much that he couldn't tell an obvious threat when he saw one. He may not be the smartest guy around, or even, really intelligent at all. But, when you incinerate a piece of metal in front of someone, and they don't even so much as flinch? Well, at that point, this person obviously knew how to handle themselves. As the girl continued her tirade, the flames had begun to float upwards, forming above Entei in a sort of reapers skull formation.

"I shall allow you to go first." That was as much of a last rite as Michael was allowing the girl to have, with a flick of his tail, the torrent of fire he had been building split apart, flying towards the woman in the shape of medium sized orbs of fire. Entei followed behind these orbs, his sword drawn in a reverse grip, his bare feet pounding against the ground in a rhythmic pattern.

Hoping to use the orbs as more of a distraction than anything, Michael had still sent them towards the girl with as much speed and power as he could muster. As he approaches the girl, he'll slash out with his sword, sending out a cross shaped blast of fire from the tip of the Kurikara blade, a wild look in his eyes.

Gena waved her right arm from right to left in the air creating an equal amount of ice orbs about the same size and sent them forward to see how her ice would hold up against his fire. The result was rather negative. It did not appear as if her ice did anything to the flame orbs, she would definitely need to dramatically increase the density of the ice if any of her attacks were to last more than a split second against his fire.
As he rapidly approached, she manifested one of her Ice Mirrors behind her and a separate wall of ice in front of her and immediately began to layer ice ontop of it. She held her arms up in a sort of defense stance as the fire balls collided with it quickly melting the defense she had put up. Before they could get through, she stepped back into her Ice Mirror. As Entei slashed his sword and sent out a cross shaped blast of fire her eyes widened. The attacked quickly closed in on her but she only had enough time to shatter her own ice mirror to allow the attack to pass through and melt most of the shards. While she still resided in one of the larger shards, she flew out of the ice as if she were exiting another dimension. She landed a few dozed feet to his right and instantly began making more Ice Mirrors at random points around the property making sure that there was one behind her. Simultaneously she placed her left hand on the ground and sent forward a path of ice that, if it managed to reach him, would spike upwards impaling him in multiple directions. She did not want to admit it but this opponent might be one of, if not the, most difficult opponent she's ever faced.

'Ice?' Entei thought to himself as he watched his fire melt through the counter measures the girl had sent at him. His plan seemed to be working, as he was easily able to cross the mock battle field, and close in on the small woman in front of him. His fire cut a swathe through he abilities like a warm knife through butter, and it couldn't help but bring a wild smile to the boys already feral face. It was as good as over in his mind, as he brought the Kurikara blade around for the killing blow. But, in a move he had no way of anticipating the girl...vanished? It was too late, however, and he had already sent his wave of fire at the wall of ice she had formed, shattering it into large fragments, which fell to the ground in a clamor of noise.

"Damnit.." He muttered to himself, looking around. He spotted the girl, rather quickly, and let out a feral roar, his voice seemingly shaking the very foundation of what remained of the lake side retreat. As he stood, panting in rage, the fire on his body grew larger. His horns, the fireball on his tail, even the fire that seemed to naturally coat him, like a suit of armor, seemed to grow in brightness and heat, causing steam to rise from what remained of the girl's ice wall. Shooting both of his fist forward, he shot out two jets of fire towards the girl, one, to stop the ice in its tracks before it could ever harm the pyro, and the other aimed directly at the girl.

His real plan, however, was to get her to use her teleportation power again and, with his enhanced sense of smell, sniff out her new location the moment she re entered the fight, and lash out with his leg, kicking a large amount of fire at the girl, hoping to take her out before she could even react.

Where Gena might have trumped this man in intelligence, he would make up for it with brute strength. Her little ice attack was immediately stopped by a blast of fire, in addition to another headed for her. At about half way, the fire was met with a beam of Gena's ice. She managed to slow it a little, with the once beam of ice being fired from her palm only to have to add in her other hand for a little extra support. Even then it was a futile attempt to stop the fire. She gave one last push and then spun off to the left creating a small barrier of ice around her side to dull the heat of the fire. Genevieve let out a concentrated breath and then started moving quickly towards the house.
With every step she took, a small platform of ice would appear under her feet which acted as stairs for her while she headed up to the roof of the house. On the way up, one of her mirrors was following close behind her as a precautionary measure. Once on the roof, she began to freeze the shingles and send those spinning towards Entei. Genevieve knew that this would obviously be a futile attempt, but maybe he might be less inclined to attack if it meant damaging the house any further. Though while she was firing these pieces of the house, she was also repositioning some of her mirrors putting them a few dozen yards behind the man. From these sprang a large collection of animals all constructed from ice. There were jaguars and mountain lions that would do the attacking while snakes in various sizes would attempt to bind the man all being manipulated by Genevieve's will. Ms. Montreal had to freeze her feet to the roof of the house to prevent herself from slipping. It was at this point now that she was beginning to regret her wardrobe choice for this encounter.

Entei could hear the formations of ice forming behind him, but he paid them little mind. With a wave of his hand, his skin begin to ripple. Blue flames poured off of his body, making it appear as if he was evaporating, only to reform mere moments later. Behind him, four constructs had been made out of his blue fire, each wielding their own firey sword, and wielding it expertly before charging towards the new woman's 'pets', slashing and tearing at them with their burning weapons. He himself, stared at Gene, having watched her ascension up the house with mild interest. He took a sniff of the air, and a small smirk came to his face. He could no longer smell Uzma, which meant that Kuro had done his job perfectly. He did feel bad for the cat, having to wake her up, but, it was better Kuro than Michael. Swinging his sword around himself while his fiery appartions dealt with the threats behind him, he stuck the blade into the ground before leaning onto the handle, staring up at the girl.

"Listen.." He started, letting out a sigh. "I'm trying not to become my father here, so, I'll give you one chance. Either surrender yourself to me, or I'm going to kill you." He said this flatly, devoid of any real emotion. In all honesty, he knew his surest way to win was to destroy everything within a one block radius at once, including the house, and scorching the surrounding land. While he was sure his sister would understand, he didn't want to have to explain the situation. "However, if you think you can continue to do battle with the prince of demons, please, try your best. I think we've both proven that you can't manage a whole lot with your ice."

As predicted, her little ice beasts were destroyed very quickly by the boy's flames and her attacks with the house's roofing also proved ineffective. Things were definitely getting complicated and if she wanted to prove successful in the endeavor she would have to get a little more serious. Michael then went on how Genevieve needed to surrender herself to him, or else he was going to kill her. And then a bit about his title in the underworld and her ice and so on. She tuned out most of it.
"Well, for starters, I would never surrender myself to any man. Next, you can try all you want. I promise you won't be able to kill me. Prince of Demons, Queen of Ice. Similar titles there, so we can check that of our list. Even though in a royal hierarchy I would technically trump you. Aanndd as for my ice, your fire really had not done much. Besides melt my ice, obviously. But really anyone can do that. Now then..."

Genevieve casually counted on her fingers the various points Entei had made to make sure she had responded adequately to each of them. Simultaneously she began to walk down from the roof of the house the same way she got up there.
"Hmm, yes. I think that's about it." she said as she touched down on the charred concrete of the driveway a few hundred feet away from the Demon Prince.
"Now then..."
Geneve undid a couple of buttons on her blouse, removed her glasses and the took down her pony tail before shaking her head about to loosen up her hair. She then removed her glasses and placed them into the small bag that she still had slung over her shoulder, while also grabbing something else which she made a point to keep out of sight.
"I'll take you a little more seriously now that my life is apparently at stake."
In her hand she had a lipstick from her bag and she applied the cosmetic item and then placed it back in her small clutch. Genevieve then lightly kissed her hand and blew it towards Entei. However from this kiss burst fourth a catastrophic blizzard. The temperatures were subzero and the slow was blinding. While the man was temporarily distracted or blinded by the white out, a small black ball rapidly levitated out and up from her bag. Once it reached a couple dozen yards above Michael she ceased the snow storm and snapped her fingers. From the small black orb erupted a massive pillar of water which came collapsing down right onto of her opponent. The solid torrent of water was about as wise as a mining dump truck's tire. Gena had utilized one of her small orbes of super-condensed ice she dubbed 'Black Ice' and when she unfroze the water, it released the massive amounts water that had been so heavily compressed.

Genevieve did not even stick around to see if her move had connected. She immediately made her way back towards the lake where she had previously created more of her Black Ice. In order to move faster, she created a small platform of ice beneath her feet and had that hover her to her desired location. While the water was falling over or around the man, she would start to freeze it around him to restrict movement. Even though she couldn't immediately see the water, she still managed to turn it to ice. Again, these were just more attempts to cool off this hot headed fiend. Gena stood at the water's edge and then turned around to face the man to see if he'd managed to maneuver around her little surprise attack. All the while, behind her she would me increasing the slabs of Black Ice under the water. She would need as much as she could muster, but for right now she still had two more small orbs of the substance in her purse in the event of an emergency. Genevieve also created a few more Ice Mirrors around her and further out on the lake since the last ones she had have fallen victim to the heat. Ms. Montreal was going to have to try everything in her little black book in order to trip up this one.

"The difference..." Entei started, before the thick snowstorm rolled in, and he let out a loud sigh. His natural fiery aura from his demon form kept the snow from even coming near him, but it did obscure his vision between himself and the woman. Though, it seemed she had forgotten something, or rather, she didn't know about his enhanced sense of sight, smell and hearing. "I'm actual royalty.. not some pretender of the elements... and that's not the only fake thing about you." He said, letting out another long sigh. He had made peace with the woman, and even offered her a way out, he had no options left really, except for plan B.

Sitting down, he laid his Kurikara blade on his lap, crossing his legs and going into a meditative stance. His eyes closed, his elf like ears twitched softly, and his tail laid coiled on the ground behind him. Around him, slowly, fire begin to build. Expanding, swirling, a torrent of embers built around the half demon, casting a light blue glow on the surrounding environment. The orb of condensed water did hit him, but it did literally nothing to stop this build up of energy. His demonic flames did not have the same weakness as normal flames of this realm, and steam simply rolled off of his body in waves, giving him an eerie look. As his flames grew, the snow was slowly replaced by a heavy mist, which obscured the vision of everyone in the area. Entei, however, could still smell exactly where the pretender Queen was, and it brought a smile to his lips.

Unfortunately for Genevieve, her little water trick had absolutely no effect of this man's flames. She would definitely keep this in mind, since now her little orbs of Black Ice would have no real uses in this scenario. The other two she had in her purse she took out and tossed into the lake where it formed with the large slabs underneath the water. After the water had simply evaporated, she could see from afar that the man had sat down. The snow that now covered the ground from the blizzard she created had began to sublimate, meaning that he was generating an extreme amount of heat. Gena figured he had to be preparing something.
The sublimating snow had created a heavy mist in the area blocking her vision, and his as well. With whatever he was plotting she needed to keep an eye on him at all costs. Genevieve raised her hand and pointed her index finger at the mist obscuring her view and began to revert it back to ice. It was still her snow, just in a different form of matter and it was no problem for her to freeze it again. However she knew with him generating heat that it would not stay frozen. Be though as it may, she kept the ice cold enough so that it would melt back into liquid versus skipping a form of matter and sublimating straight into a gas. The water may boil and then to steam, but even then the process would just repeat itself. With this she was able to keep a decently clear view of him. While still keeping the steam/mist at bay, Ms. Montreal took a few steps back and stepped onto the lake freezing the water beneath her feet making a path as she walked. Being on top of the water and very near her Black Ice put her in an opportune situation to defend herself and or counter whatever attack this literal demon child had next. With a clear view of Entei doing what could only be assumed as meditating, Genevieve kept on high alert readying herself for whatever came next.

As his flames reached the apex of their powers, Entei slowly raised into a standing position. At this point, he looked like the avatar of fire, his very skin seeming to be alive with it. Slowly, he raised one hand towards the blonde in front of him, the foolish lady actually giving him a clear line of sight. And quickly, ever so suddenly, he smirked.

"Don't blink.." He said, as he raised two fingers towards the girl. With blinding speed, all the fire that had surrounded him, condensed in to a single, pebble sized orb, and rocketed towards the girl. When it made contact with the ice in front of her, it exploded. With enough force to incinerate a city block the orb expanded, destroying any unprotected source in its way.

He and the fire he manipulated became indistinguishable. This was troubling to Gena, even she had not mastered her element to such an extent. She watched him like a hawk. The breaths he took, blinking, she watched. She had to be ready. And then there it was. He gave a little smile. It was too proud, and it rang of victory. That was her sign.
This was it.
Genevieve pulled the huge slabs of black ice up and around her making a defensive cocoon in which she rocketed herself downwards deep underneath the lake. Above her the lake began to freeze into one solid block of ice. It got thicker and thick with ever foot that she pushed herself further down. She had left herself a pocket of air within her own defensive bubble of ice, it was also protecting her from the increasing pressure of the water as she moved deeper into the lake. Even with as far down as she was she could hear and feel the explosion go off. Her ice above her was being melted and pushed away as the impossible hot blast of fire expanded outwards. Being encased in her black ice she could not see what was happening around her so she remained deep under the water's surface, out of sight, for quite some time just to be sure that all the chaos had subsided.
The blast had destroyed enough ice, but did not displace or evaporate enough water to reach her. Genevieve quickly moved her pod of black ice towards the surface where is slowly rose from the water's surface. She was much further out on the lake now since she needed to move more inwards in order to get deep enough. The cocoon of black ice opened up and formed steps that she walked down onto the lake's surface, which froze the moment her foot got close. She let out a heavy sign and started walked back to the mainland. Behind her the pod of black ice followed and began to increase in size as ice began to layer itself onto it. Genevieve let out a heavy sigh as she approached the shore.

Once she touched down on the land her pod of black ice had almost doubled in size. Gena would need a lot of this would and more than likely not have any time to make more. Once she ran out she would make her retreat. The large pod of Black Ice morphed into a large sphere and five smaller orbs about the size of a softball separated from it and floated in a circle behind Genevieve. She then thrust her hand upward and from the large sphere of Black Ice a spear formed. The Ice Queen took a deep breath in as it gently floated in front of her. She then pointed her hand at Demon Prince and the spear exploded forward from a dead halt. This piece of ice would fair better against this man's fire than her previous attacks. Due to its ultra-condensed nature it would take more time to effectively melt it, giving it a higher success rate of connecting.
With that attack sent off she began creating more of her ice mirrors, one behind her and three around Michael each about a dozen yards from his person. She stepped back into the once nearest her, with her orbs of black ice accompanying her, and her image appeared on the other three around Entei. All three of the mirrors began spewing sharp weapons composed of her normal ice. Again, she knew this would not amount to anything, but in keeping the volume of attacks up she might manage to overwhelm him. He had just unleashed a devastating attack and there was a chance he could be even slightly winded from condensing so much energy into a single point. Either way Genevieve would give it everything she could for a little while longer. It was important for her to eliminate this threat, but it was more important for her to stay alive. She could always find someone else to take care of him for her.