The bridge was on fire, the bitch was screaming, the blonde hair kid was screaming and his medallion was glowing.  This was bad.  He was finally getting some shut eye, then he finds that the medallion had returned to his neck, two kids were getting hurt by the bitch in leather, and then he found fire.
    Fire.  The bridge was burning better than old news paper!  If Brian didn't know better, he would have said that he started that fire, but with out even lighting a match.  He felt so connected to his body, his hands were tingling and he could feel each individual hair on his body as it stood on end.  But even though he felt so connected to his body, he felt more, much more, connected to the weighty medallion hanging from his neck  It burned.  It burned fiercer and stronger than the fire next to him.  Except this flame's flicker felt good.  He could taste it in his mouth and he felt it flow through each of his veins.  The slow pounding of his heart was gaining speed.  For the first time in his life, Brian new strength and control!
    And now he looked at the bitch.  His long lengthy stare piercing through her.  He felt a colder power emanating from her.  Between her odd wrinkled cleavage lay another dream medallion.  Brian wanted it.  He then knew what he must do.  Put out her light with his.
    Burn.  He burnt with the passion of heat and fire.  He knew magic finally.  He did not know how to use it though.  But he pushed his new muscle has hard as he could and what he got was an inferno.  He was surrounded by fire.  White hot flame was melting the tar on the bridge, which now had not a canopy.  His skin was starting to turn black, but he didn't feel it.  He didn't care.  He took a good stare at the bitch, who just stood there almost as if she did not see his display.  He ran  straight for his target.
    The bitch is tricky.  He ran through her all right, and she did not move, but what he found was she wasn't there to begin with.  He turned round to find her laughing, a hard scratchy sound.  She was playing with his mind.  He could feel it.  He needed protection.  He couldn't fight the bitch and get the medallion if she knew everything he was doing.  But what could he do. 
    The medallion was burning white hot on his chest and his inferno was down to a small flicker.  Fight her mentally.  What tools did he have for such work.  His equipment?  Ashen clothing, he was naked, and the medallion.  It had something to do with the magic.  He could feel that.  He knew that.  But how to use it against her?
    Shield his mind.  Shield it.  Brian took the Medallion and placed upon his forehead.  It immediately responded to his actions.  The chain gripped his head and the bottom of the large weighty thing stood between his eyebrows.  Would this work.  He had no way of knowing, but the bitch seemed astonished.
    Her two almond shaped eyes were fixed upon his disfigured frame.  Burnt skin was peeling, rather molting of his body, which now resembled more of a corpse.  She pulled out her sword and held it with both of her hands.  The thing looked to big for her, but she handled with ease. 
    "I have been in mind long enough to know language," she mouthed poorly.  "I want medallion.  You can not defeat me."
    "Mind bitch!  I have out done you and I am going to send your ugly ass back to whatever fucked up dimension you came from."  But after he said that, she disappeared.  Faded or something.  He couldn't understand how she did that, but at least she wasn't in his head anymore.
    "I'll play your game bitch.  But when I find you, you will play mine!"