After the High General took that step, a menacing grin spread across his face. He watched her the way a cat would play with a mouse.
Her pulse spiked, but her boots stayed planted.
Fin:He's testing you. Keep your eyes on him. Make a second sword with flame.
Serena fabricated a second sword. It formed in tandem with a second blade for Elara behind her. She pushed flame into them, harder than necessary, and into the swords they already held.
The synchronized flare was so perfect that one of the guards almost clapped, cutting the motion short when he remembered whose side he was on.
Elara: Frostborne. You and I both know—
Fin cut her off mid-mindlink.
Fin: Fake it. Follow her lead.
The High General exhaled through his nose, and the sound was almost fond.
"Your hands are shaking. You can make weapons and set them on fire. But you've never killed anyone face-to-face, and we both know it."
