Ember's fiery hair whipped around her face as she stood her ground, the massive tornado of flames surrounding both siblings casting an otherworldly glow across the arena. The spectators shielded their eyes from the intensity, yet couldn't look away from the spectacular duel unfolding before them.
With a practiced motion, Ember's fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword. She knew she needed to be more aggressive and take the risk to get a win.
"What's this? A mage using a sword?" Rowan's mocking voice carried through the inferno between them. His eyes narrowed with contempt as he observed his sister's stance. "You're pathetic, sister."
Ember didn't waste breath on a response. Words were meaningless in battle, she would prove herself by defeating that arrogant bastard.
With a sudden burst of speed that surprised even Rowan, Ember charged forward. She channeled her fire and used it as propolent, almost like a louching rocket.
It was funny to see, but also deadly fast.
