The giant crashed to the floor, not quite down for the count, but he was down. Duke could see the adult woman and the club's announcer arguing but he still wasn't able to hear them, whether it was because of the earmuffs he had on or if it was because his hearing had been damaged that badly, it didn't really matter. Now was the time he needed to go on the offensive.

He clutched at his ears with one hand, as if to silence the infernal ringing, and with the other, he pointed out to the contestant. The flames reacted to his will, flickering with renewed vigour. The blaze had grown bigger as it sucked away at the hulking student's stamina. Duke splayed out his fingers and the flame followed, spreading away from the swollen head and attacking the gaping holes that pockmarked their body. The flames grew larger and more vibrant as they sucked away at the abundant blood, feasting on the ample lifeforce within. This was one of the best possible scenarios for him, and yet, Duke kept his guard up.

He ripped the headband off of his head and dropped it to the floor while directing a small ball of flames to come back to him. Duke grimaced in concentration as he directed a wisp of flames to enter his ear. A warm sensation enveloped his inner ear as he repaired the damage done to his eardrums. Slowly, the ringing eased and he was met with the sound of the club in chaos. It was better than nothing, he supposed. 

As he directed another wisp to enter his other ear, Duke considered the situation. The other contestants had not been as... helpful as he had hoped, though he could hardly fault them for thinking for themselves. He was doing the same, in a manner of speaking. Michael Angie, the other contestant for this round, would potentially rejoin the fight soon, but he couldn't count on that. The crazy gun lady had ceased her barrage and was currently in a shouting match with the announcer; they could both provide some support, though he wasn't sure how useful it would be. They both had their own priorities, after all. Duke sighed to himself.
[color=palegreen]"Looks like I'm not making a profit today."[/color] He muttered under his breath.

With a thought, half of the flames burning on the mutated student seeped away and gathered above Duke's palm, floating in place and coating the area in a sickly green glow. Unlike the pale green fire he had produced originally, the fireball was a glowing neon ball of vibrant energy. Duke started muttering slowly as a portion of the flames peeled away from the ball, forming a pentagram beneath his feet.
[color=palegreen]"I summon thee!"[/color] He yelled.

The flames suddenly surged upwards and vanished, leaving blackened lines in the carpet below. The smell of sulfur began filling the room as the shadows behind him lengthened, reaching towards the ceiling and growing into the twisted shape of a wicked monster, stretching and distorting into a fearsome devil-horned figure.
[color=palegreen]"Cut the crap, Mort. I need you to spin the wheel."[/color] Duke said.
The shadow disappeared and a red imp-like creature appeared with a puff of smoke. It was a tiny thing, dressed smartly in a tweed suit and a top hat. A cape billowed out behind it as it radiated a mischievous energy.
[color=red]"Oh come now young master, it's been so long since you've summoned me. What's wrong with a little theatrical flair for the audience?"[/color] The imp said, grinning.
Duke glared at the creature.
[color=red]"Yes, yes, getting to it now."[/color]

Mort turned the cape in front of itself, hiding it from sight. The cape soon fell and confetti exploded out, revealing a colourful wheel, divided into several sections with familiar symbols on it. Cheery carnival music played from god-knew-where as the imp held up a microphone.
[color=red][b]"Well ladies and gents, it's time for your FREE DAILY SPIN!"[/b][/color] Mort said, the sound echoing across the room. [color=red][b]"There are many wonderful prizes up for grabs on today's wheel, but there are also many pitfalls on the board. Will our contestant get lucky today? Let's SPIN THE WHEEL!"[/b][/color]
The wheel began spinning, rotating so fast that the individual slices of the wheel could no longer be identified. Only the colours could be seen.
[color=palegreen]"Mort, I'm spending the money. I need a good result."[/color] Duke said.
The flames vanished from his hand and the capricious grin on the imp's mouth grew even wider.
[color=red][b]"Well well well, looks like we have a big spender here tonight."[/b][/color]
The red tiles vanished from the spinning wheel, leaving a board of greens, whites, and blues. The wheel finally began to slow down, decreasing in speed slowly. As the symbols once again became visible it slowed down even more, until it was passing chunks of the board tick by tick, before finally landing on a result.

[color=red][b]"15% increased power! WOW! What an amazing outcome!"[/b][/color] Mort said as confetti expoded into the air.
As the winning fanfare played, Duke frowned. It was the worst positive result he could get. He didn't expect much better but he couldn't help but be disappointed.
[color=red][b]"You can spin again for a small, small payment of $3.99 or 15 Hell gems-"[/b][/color]
[color=palegreen]"That's enough, Mort."[/color] The teenager said, interrupting him.
The still grinning imp began to disappear. The wheel, spotlights, and confetti disappeared. The burnt mark on the carpet slowly crumbled away as if it was never there. The flames on the mutated contestant increased in intensity. A small orb of fire floated in his hand. It appeared that he had prepared slightly more than he'd needed. Duke threw it into his mouth. He could feel a warm sensation slide from his throat to his stomach, embuing him with strength and recovering some of his stamina. He stretched his arms and drew his switchblade once more.
[color=palegreen]"Ok, let's try this again."[/color]
He started to run towards the downed student.

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