Jack-o'-lantern
He was reluctant because he didn’t want any unwanted trouble to spur from their so called ‘competition’. Pumpkins burning was fine with him, but… if the area already had a tendency to catch fire altogether, then he wouldn’t hesitate to throw Gaillard right under the bus. After all, he was the one who suggested starting this whole thing.
Two colours of fires burned and crackled, the shriek of the pumpkins which had the unfortunate role of falling victim as fuel rang in his ears.
His arms folded, staring down the other sternly.
“Just so we’re clear… I’m not going down with you if something goes wrong. Got it? Anyone can set a normal fire, but as far as I’m aware, you’re the only one who can make one that’s blue.”
Those shrill screams ran up his back, as they would any, but otherwise, he paid them no heed. They were familiar, hearing them from those he’d cast judgement on already through the use of his power.
“i wouldn’t have expected differently”. They weren’t enemies, but their rivalry/friendly relationship teetered a strange line, and neither would have been hesitant to mess the other around.
Whether old seeds of their bitter feud still festered, or they had just grown accustomed to aiming for one-upping each other, undetermined as the answer was, they were still in competition.
“If it should be the case, then prepare yourself for some revenge. I can’t let you walk over me, so I’d find just punishment for you - there must be something which would have you crawling on your knees”.
