[Matt can tell there's something different, clearly. But just what would have to be further explained or demonstrated. John is almost ready to say a cryptic line and leave Matt to his utter defeat, but a simple thing stops him.
Spite.
He's done much less for worse.
The fire seated atop John's hand builds until it is nothing short of a roaring inferno surrounding both men. The swirl of fire surrounding them is loud and intensely hot, enough to draw sweat and redden skin. Yet inside the flames neither man burns, kept safe as long as John has control. He stands close facing Matt in order to speak and be heard at low, casual volume amid the fire winds.]
no subject
Spite.
He's done much less for worse.
The fire seated atop John's hand builds until it is nothing short of a roaring inferno surrounding both men. The swirl of fire surrounding them is loud and intensely hot, enough to draw sweat and redden skin. Yet inside the flames neither man burns, kept safe as long as John has control. He stands close facing Matt in order to speak and be heard at low, casual volume amid the fire winds.]
Magic.