He dodged a clawed hand that raked across his shoulder, leaving three stinging, red lines of blood. "You're bleeding, you're sweating, you're losing your mind!"
"You're not a warrior, Ignivara! You're just a beautiful, dying flame, flickering because you've realized there's no wind left to feed you!"
"Shut up! SHUT UP!" she bellowed.
She gathered every ounce of her draconic essence into her wings, expanding them to their full, terrifying span. The air around her began to ripple and distort from the sheer thermal output.
She became a sun in the sky, a blinding, terrifying entity of pure destruction.
She descended in a vertical dive, a pillar of fire and gold. Rex saw the end coming: the sheer mass of her and the heat that threatened to boil the very blood in his veins.
He braced himself, his hands glowing with the frantic, pulsing light of his elemental manipulation, preparing to meet her fury with the only thing he had left: a desperate, calculated defiance.
