They slowly shuffled deeper into the house, Ray's flame flickering off the dark walls. The tight grip he had on Kyra's hand made the flame burn just a little bit brighter, and he took a moment to be thankful that he wasn't doing this on his own. He wouldn't have wanted anyone else with him.
Ray took a look around him, taking in the layout of the house. To the left was a dining room that connected to the kitchen, in front of them the main entrance to the kitchen and on the right were double doors concealing a lounge room.
"Alright...let's keep that door shut for the mo-" [i]SLAM![/i]
Ray shouted in alarm and nearly hit the roof as the front door slammed shut behind him and his flame switched off momentarily, plunging them shivering into darkness. It was only an instant later Ray re-channeled his energies and brought the flame back up again, only for the lounge room doors to violently swing open with a gust of wind that was definitely not natural, stifling his flame again.
In that second moment of darkness Ray felt icy fingers sliding all across his body tangible and intangible at the same time, and a chill shook him all the way up and down his spine.
Though in the fear he found something just as familiar inside him: anger.
With a defiant growl he planted his feet and brought up a brilliant flash of fire, first orange then green then blue then red then back to a flickering orange again. The icy fingers were gone, and there was not another soul to be seen inside.
Ray's breath was heavy and his heart beat like a jackhammer, but whatever was inside this house had thrown the first punch, so to speak. Time to answer.
"Alright," Ray began, "Good effort, but thy power is blacker than yours. Come on Kyra, we've got some otherworldly ass to kick."