Minkrekrin was invisible.  A state that she had come to love and appreciate.  She often thought of it as her greatest trick.  She was watching the fool with the medallion go mad and burn himself out.  His body was already dead, that was apparent.  The medallion must be keeping him alive.
She could just wait till he burnt himself out looking for her.  But then that might weaken her medallion and her only ride home.  She wasn't going to rush into any black arts until her body repaired her last tap into that dark magic.
    How could she defeat him?  He knew nothing of what he is doing, but because of the strength of the medallion, it didn't matter, how could she contest with such raw power.  Entry into his mind, that would have worked but the other worlder was quick to fix that weakness.  How he thought of using the medallion in such a way was beyond her.  She never even considered such a use.
    Crispy was walking up '73 right through the metal shiny things meant for transportation.  He melted right through every thing.  Such raw power.  If she could remove the medallion, even though it would return to him in moments.  Its broken connection with its master could end his life. She knew moving it with magic would be useless.  This situation would take a different approach.
    She drew closer to the walking flame.  Feeling his searing heat, she instantly thirsted.  Taking careful steps she walked next to him, avoiding his melted puddles of the black surface below and making any unnecessary noise.  She began to sweat profusely, She was suddenly curious if the drips of sweat coming from her nose were invisible to him, but he seemed to take no notice.
    She moved her hands close to his medallion, her hands were half a foot from him and they already began to ache and sting from the searing heat he was made up of.  Most mages of this element would be long dead using their magic uncontrolled like he, but he was lucky.  An image of his burnt corpse laying on the ground and two medallions in her hands made Minkrekrin smile widely.  If she was to do this it would have to be fast or other wise his heat would surely consume her flesh.  She warded herself against the heat and…
    "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"  Her own scream made her deaf.  Her hands were black and raw and with out the medallion.  She couldn't move them and she had not the magic left in her to repair what that fool did to her.  Tears ran down her cheeks in rivers and her mouth filled blood.  She had bit her tongue trying hold back another scream.
    "There you are, and I thought you went back to what ever fucked up dimension you came from," said the voice calmly in her head.  She looked up to see Crispy staring right at her, his face no more than a foot from hers.  His eyeless mien staring right into her.  He was nothing more than a skeleton with bits of charred flesh hanging burnt on to his blackened bones.  She was drenched in her own sweat.  He now had a hand on one side of her head just far enough that it was causing her pain, but definitely near enough that if she moved, she would be dead.

    "Time to play my game, witch!  TIME TO DIE!"  With that he closed his hands on her head feeling them glide through flesh and bone and soft innards with out resistance.  Her hair caught fire and his heat sealed her neck.  He held the other medallion in his hands.  "I win," he thought.  There was no blood, only ash.  The rest of her, neck down fell backwards.  She looked funny laying their headless.  He would have smiled, but no longer had the face to do it with.  That thought made him laugh though, he never was much the looker…
    "Okay, I don't know what the fuck you think you are doing and that is probably the best costume I have ever seen, but you're under arrest buddy.  I'd love to tell you what for, but it would take me too long.  So just come in nicely,"  said a cop, behind him were 5 more of them.  They all looked identical and they all shared the same face of confusion and fear.  All them were pointing their small pistols at him with two hands.  He couldn't imagine needing two hands too wield those guns.  And they all had their legs spread apart for better balance.
    Brian laughed.  Yesterday he wouldn't dream of laughing at a cop, especially five of them guns drawn, but today is new day, and he is a new man.  A man of new power and now he was going to make these pigs pay for the parking tickets, and the speeding tickets, and for that DAMN DUI!!!!!!  "You will burn just like all of the…"

    "Where the fuck did he go?"
    "Let's get the fuck out of here."