Caught off guard by the speed and ferocity of the door throw, The Human Torch narrowly dodges it, using his powers of FLIGHT... His momentary smirk fades once more into a scowl...
"If you think a little water's going to cool me off, think again."
The Human Torch uses his FIREBALLS like a clenched fist, hurling out flame to melt the sprinklers into a molten hunk of metal...
"I don't think the public appreciates you making a killing at their expense... I'll act like I always do, Fisk, as a Hero! You've been fueling the fires of war. This city won't stand for it... and neither will I! Let's see how you bluster when I take you down, and you stand in court..."
The Human Torch deftly weaves a flightpath between the air-born hunks of rubble...
"You think I'm afraid of your threats? Come at me!"
The Human Torch braces and builds up the largest FIREBALL yet...
"You can't handle this heat!"
As The Kingpin of Crime smashes into the Human Torch, he's met with a blistering blast of flame, rendering the debris painfully hot, scorching skin and engulfing either side of his office with bright fire... the impact of the debris hits The Human Torch hard, knocking him back, and out of the window! He flips over and over in midair until he rights himself, wiping his bleeding face while glowering at the monster of a man in the office... the blood dries and evaporates...
"AAHHHHHH!"
With a fierce cry, The Human Torch lobs FIREBALL after FIREBALL on either side of Fisk, boxing him into the middle of the room, the only cover being the ornate desk in the center of the room. It fills with smoke as the fire ignites bookcases, the walls, and blazes higher, fueled by the oxygen coming in through the open window... The ceiling sizzled with boiling water as if the compromised sprinkler system was spitting futile defiance at the hot-headed Superhero...
"Not even you have enough money to burn to get rid of me, give up!"