A Song Of Fire And Ice

After defeating a dumb iron pelted werewolf without taking a sweat, he found himself facing the Blue Fire. Its flames danced shyly, as if they were afraid of vanishing by the Red Ice's touch that gazed threateningly from the room's cold walls. Not even slightly confused nor affected in any way by the bizarre situation, he just took an empty bottle and filled it up with the fire. Right afterwards, and still with his "I'm totally serious about this" unexpressive face on, without giving a single fuck about the incongruences, he throws the turquoise and hot content to a fat silly-looking Pop-Eyed Goldfish fishmen, who, blowminded, stares at him with eyes even more popped out than usual, and simply says "Thanks".