OmniSwede, TJ, Blesk, Aqua Kuch, Russiosteel and UniBolt all emerge into a large dimly-lit black room. Cautiously, they all step inside and look around, seeing a total of twelve boxes in a circle. Aqua Kuch finds he can access his powers once more, as he produces a ball of water on his palm. He grins, happily.

"Vladdy!?" UniBolt calls out. "You in here?"

There is no response as they all creep inside and up to the boxes. Before they can reach them a loud, ominous hissing noise sounds, followed by a whoosh of orangish fire, which surrounds the boxes and traps the group of Tampa heroes inside the fire ring as well.

"Gallagher! Come on! Don't make us call on Flameo!" Blesk snaps.

"Heh-heh, silly Palat, the Flame doesn't scare me. Besides, I have a game for you all anyway!" the sinister voice of the Canadien replies. "Look to the middle of the circle of boxes, Lightning Bolts."

They all follow the directions and spot Brendan Gallagher hovering in the air, propelled by fire. Aqua Kuch throws his hands up and aims at the Montreal forward with his hands. "Where Vladdy, Gally? No play games!"

"Hey, come on, I'm gonna tell you where he is right now," Gallagher says with a devious smirk.

"Why should we trust you? That devious smirk isn't reassuring, and I should know," OmniSwede remarks, before he looks to the side and begins to talk to himself. "Or at least I think I know. I mean I should given I have omniscience, but it's let me down before. This could just be another--"

"SHUT UP!" Gallagher thunders. "I'm true to my word. But, let's play a little game in order for you to guess which box he is in, okay? That's a rhetorical question, you're stuck here playing anyway. And just so you're not tempted to blast my lovely fire ring with water, Kucherov..." He trails off and flicks his hands in a quick snapping motion.

Aqua Kuch is suddenly trapped in a bright fire constructed cage. He attempts to access his water powers, but the overwhelming heat is too much and he screams, cowering into a tight ball to try and escape the scorching energy.

"Let him out Gally!" TJ snaps.

"Also, let's put a nice fire barrier between you all and the boxes, just in case Speedy Gonzales there decides to test me and zip around checking all the boxes. No cheating, Quicksilver!" Gallagher flicks one of his index fingers back and forth, while he creates a fire line, separating the boxes from the Bolts, who all step backward (with the exception of Kuch).

Russiosteel clenches a fist at his side as Blesk's hands begin to crackle with electricity.

"There we go, now the game. There are twelve boxes in this circle here. Inside one of them, I have placed the annoying blond kid who can 'wreak chaos'. I'll give you three tries to guess a number between one and twelve. That's three numbers total. If you cannot guess correctly, each time I will smash two boxes. If you strike out on the third, well, you can all but say goodbye to Vladislav Namestnikov!"

"NO!" UniBolt screams out and points his horn at Gallagher. "Come on, fly right into my horn you Habitant scum!"

Gallagher laughs and rolls his eyes. "Alright, let's begin. You have one minute to make the first guess. Go ahead."

"You're not serious, Gally. Come on, just let him out and we can all go get lunch or something. Is this serious what you wanna be know for...killing an innocent man?" OmniSwede attempts to shout out. "Well if that's the case--"

"30 seconds left!" Gallagher booms out. "Better hurry and make a selection. I'll smash two boxes either way."

OmniSwede shakes his head and looks at the other. "Try two. Box number two."

UniBolt shakes his head. "No, no. I say he's in box number seven."

"Definitely nine," TJ says.

"Box number Nesty!" Russiosteel exclaims.

"89? Can't be, there's only twelve boxes, you nincompoop!" UniBolt snaps at the steel-armored person.

"Ten seconds!" Gallagher calls out. "Ten...nine...eight..."

"I say, two, let's pick two!" Blesk says, nodding to OmniSwede. "Stralsy's often right."

"Fine, we'll go with two then!" TJ says as UniBolt folds his hooves and rolls his eyes.

"Four...Three..." Gallagher continues.

"TWO!! We're picking two Gally!" TJ shouts out.

Gallagher constructs to fire hammers on either side of him as he says, "He's not in number two. Tough luck Lightning Bolts, looks like the all-knowing, wise Stralsy is wrong for once! Let's smash six and nine: the numbers of dear Stralsy who was wrong and TJ, who was dumb enough to listen to him and think the talkative Swede was right!"

With that he grunts and controls the hammers to smash the chosen box, causing the Tampa players to briefly look away in fear.

"Wow, stroke of luck, turns out the blondie's not in those two boxes...try again. Pick another number," Gallagher sneers, raising the fire hammers back into the air on either side of him, while the remains of the smashed boxed lie smoking and burning on the ground. "Another minute starting now and go."

OmniSwede looks down at his feet. "Sorry guys, I just thought--"

"If Vladdy dies because of you..." UniBolt growls.

"I'm sorry, Jo, you can pick this time," the Swedish defenseman mumbles.

"I pick box number..." UniBolt trails off to think.

"Twenty seconds!" Gallagher's voice booms out.

"Four. I pick four," the unicorn rapidly says.

TJ nods and glances up at where the villain is. "Our second pick is four!"

Gallagher laughs, tossing his head back and cackling wickedly. The heroes all share a look and grow worried. He snaps his head back up straight and shakes it. "Wrong again idiots! Wow, Lightning players suck at guessing, who would've known?!"

"DROUIN!" Blesk screams in shock and anger as Gallagher smashes boxes two and one.

"Guess Vladdy no number one," Russiosteel grumbles, soberly.

"I'm sorry okay! I panicked and just guessed the first number that came to my mind!" UniBolt shouts, exploding with fury and frustrating, causing him to neigh loudly and jam his horn at the Czech player, whose hands crackle with electricity once again.

"Easy, Jo, Pally, don't fight!" OmniSwede attempts to scold with TJ's help.

TJ pulls Blesk back and Russiosteel and OmniSwede grab the infuriated UniBolt. Gallagher's sudden loud, sarcastic clapping sounds and they all relax and spin to the side to see the villain descending from the air toward them.

"Congratulations, you all are morons." He lands on the ground and puts his hands on his hips, cocking a pose.

"We're not morons, you're just a sucky person," Blesk growls.

"I'm giving you all one more chance, cause I'm feeling generous. And I'll even give you five full minutes this time to think and make your guess. Okay?" Gallagher says, before he zooms back into the air on a stream of fire.

"No, you know what, I'm done playing!" Blesk snarls and shoots lightning from his hands right at the villain, who dodges with ease. "You're not being generous or nice, you're just being an asshole!"

"Ondrej, you want me to just smash Vladdy's box and kill him, without you getting a chance?" Gallagher snarls, lifting up a fire hammer into the air, readying it to strike a box.

"NO! Pally, stop!" TJ screams out.

Blesk drops his hands, cutting off his powers and continues to glare at the villain, who smirks at him. "TJ, he's gonna kill Vladdy either way. Our best chance is to just take him out and fight now. It doesn't hurt to try, rather than sit back and do nothing."

Gallagher snickers and throws his arms out, lassoing Blesk's wrists together. "There, now you can't fight me, Ondrej. Ready to continue the game?"

TJ spins back and sighs. "Fine! We accept the challenge to a third try!"

"Then your time starts now," Gallagher snaps.

TJ whirls around back to his friends and motions for them to gather together. Blesk isn't happy about the fire rope construct, restraining his wrists. He works to get it off and it ends up burning into his skin. He glances back up to see Gallagher smirking at him and then pointing back at his conversing group of friends. With a frustrated grunt of frustration, he returns his attention back to his friends and ignores his fire-bound hands.

"How do we figure this out guys? Stralsy, now would be an opportune moment for you to think of something smart! Use your vast knowledge and wisdom!" TJ demands, his voice cracking with fear.

As Blesk, TJ, UniBolt, OmniSwede and Russiosteel try to come up with a solution to guessing the correct box number, Arrow Av skids into the room with Flameo at his side.

The young Calgary Flame spots the trapped Bolts and Aqua Kuch, apparently melting in the fire cage. He gasps in shock and then turns and whispers, "I'll help them out! I can easily slip in and get Kuch free."

Then he darts for the ring of fire, where the Bolts are trapped and runs through the flames, into the ring.

Arrow Av suddenly finds himself notching another special arrow into his bow, one with a dash of poison smeared on the tip. Without thinking or in control of his mind really, he takes aim at the Montreal villain and then lets it fly with easy. He lowers the bow slightly to watch the arrow fly and hit its target.

Instead, he watches as Gallagher throws his arm out to the side, producing a cloud of fire, which absorbs and slows the arrow down as he grabs it. He then turns and looks right at the Colorado forward, who is in shock. Gallagher dissolves the cloud and ignites the arrow and thrusts it back toward the hero.

Propelled by the fire villain's powers, it strikes Arrow Av in the chest. The Avalanche player gasps and staggers on his feet. He drops his bow with a sudden loud scream of pain, which clatters on the ground, alerting Flameo and all the Bolts players in the ring.

Flameo commands the fire cage to dissipate and helps Aqua Kuch to his feet. The Russian Lightning player slowly recovers from the heat, using his hydrokinetic healing ability as he is able to return his skin to a healthy, normal state, free of the burns and scabs.

"ZADY!!" Flameo cries out with TJ.

Arrow Av finally falls face-first to the ground, before another ear-splitting scream of fury greets their ears. "SOMEONE GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW!!" There is a loud banging from the direction of the seventh box. "DON'T MAKE ME WREAK CHAOS!!"

"Oh shut up in there, Vladislav!" Gallagher snarls, raising the fire up to strike the box. "Time's up Bolts!"

"HELP!! TJ!! PALLY! KUCH! SOMEONE, ANYONE!! GET. ME. OUT. OF. HERE!!!" Vladdy's voice now screams in fear.

"Ondrej, get him!" Flameo shouts out, removing the fire restraint with his own powers much to the shock of the Montreal player.

As soon as Blesk is free, he commands electricity to shoot at the fire hammer and then he commands his energy to fly into the air and tackle Gallagher, sending them both slamming into the sixth box and smashing it. Blesk's hand sparks with lightning, while Gallagher's glows and burns from his pyrokinesis as they engage in a battle with one another.

"You're really a dumbass to think electricity is going to defeat me, Palat!" Gallagher snarls, shoving the Czech toward the back of the fire ring with a super shove.

Blesk halts himself, unwilling to back down. He knows that he isn't a fighter, but he'll never back down from a challenge. He raises his sparking fists up at ready as Gallagher laughs, blinking and causing his eyes to turn a bright red color.

Meanwhile, Flameo and Aqua Kuch dissolve the fire barrier, blocking them from the boxes and the group runs for the seventh box, finding it locked. Russiosteel winds up a fist and punches his hand through the wooden crate's side, making a hole. Then they all make it larger, until they can get the shaking, terrified forward from the box safely.

As they do, Flameo leaves them to help Blesk out with his fight, conjuring a ball of fire in his hands. He throws it at Gallagher, who spins from pummeling the brave Blesk with a flurry of fists. It hits Gallagher in the chest, sending him flying backward and skidding into his own fire. Stunned, but furious, he recovers, jumping to his feet.

"So, the young Flame comes to play with me. Fighting fire with fire, eh, Little Johnny Gaudreau?" Gallagher sneers.

"That's right, Gally. Pally, get yourself and the other Bolts to safety, I'll handle the Hab!" Flameo shouts out.

Blesk nods and starts to race off, before Gallagher snaps his fingers and the Czech player is halted by fire ropes around his arms and ankles.

"Not so fast Pally Lally, you see, you wanted to fight me," Gallagher remarks.

Blesk grunts in distress as he struggles and is thrown high into the air.

"Let him go, Gally!" Flameo snaps. "Or I will!"

Gallagher snickers. "Do you think that's a smart idea, rookie?"

"I'm not a rookie! I'm young, but I'm not a rookie or a baby! I'm Flameo, Calgary's superhero!!" He unleashes a loud scream and roars fire from his mouth like a dragon, which makes a suddenly startled Gallagher step back in shock. He is then illuminated and outlined by his hot powers and takes a threatening step forward. "Now, put him down and let him go!"

Gallagher commands Blesk to return to the ground, where he is set free. The Tampa forward nods to Flameo and rushes off, while Gallagher shakes off the shock and lunges at the Calgary player. They lock hands, shoving at one another, causing the fire to rise and intense around them.

As they lock heads, Blesk gathers everyone together as best as he can, with Aqua Kuch's help and they escape the flames, grabbing the fallen hero in the process. They skid out of the room and turn to look back, barely able to make out the two figures, who are now swinging at one another in a heated battle. (Ha-ha no pun intended, okay maybe a little intended)

"No go in there. Not even powers strong enough to save from that much fire," Aqua Kuch remarks, earning a pat from Blesk.

"And steel skin melt off, leaving Nesty vulnerable," Russiosteel remarks.

"It's a wonder this place is even still in one piece," OmniSwede begins to remark.

Vladdy grabs onto UniBolt in horror as he watches. And TJ gawks at the scene. They are soon joined by the others, just as all of the fire suddenly vanishes. Flameo eventually staggers out and falls to the ground in exhaust.

"Wow, it's shocking to say this, but thanks Johnny," TJ says. "And I do mean Johnny, no 'Little'." He extends his hand out toward the tired Flame, who smiles and takes it, getting to his feet once more.

Before Flameo can respond, Ovechkin's piercing screech fills the air.