Lysandra rushed toward Klein without waiting. Using the fire as a propellant, her feet left the ground in a fluid movement, projecting liquid lava behind her. She covered the distance in a fraction of a second, her arms extended in front of her.
< Lance of Light >
She extended her right hand: a lance of pure white fire formed instantly in her palm, measuring nearly two meters. She hurled it with a sharp wrist movement, her arm following a straight and precise trajectory. The lance flew toward Klein's torso at high speed, leaving a trail of light in the air.
Klein took a step back on his left foot, then pivoted on his right heel. His body turned just enough for the lance to pass beside his shoulder. The tip of the lance struck the ground behind him and exploded in a spray of flames that blackened the earth for several meters.
