Finger of God

[Ashla]

Finally. Distance.

At the door, she was in a poor shape. Her sweat beaded hair was hung over her face as she slightly hunkered over. Breathing heavily, she clenched her sword in a half-sword grip. One hand safely clenched the blade with the other held the hilt. The weakened ice crunched and withered, her sword finally broke in two as the entire room started to go up in smoke. As the rich, orange fire caused light to burst as a backdrop for her opponent, she was once again taken aback by his face. That face. . . Was so familiar. . .

The image of a broken clock tower, burning acres, and a flaming man embracing the fire crossed her mind. The hysterical laughter towards a young girl's stupidity, the way his hellish smile and brimstone words ridiculed the younger teen.

"Run home, girl. If you wish to leave, the chamber will take you out and hopefully give me a worthier challenge.”

Her eyes widened. As sweat coated her body, her blue eye became coated with ice. "You…"

The fire hit the legs of a still standing table, causing the entire piece of furniture to fall and cause a burst of extra flame. Smoke flooded the room, coating her view of him and rotting the air with fumes. With heatwave after heatwave slamming her face, she held the broken blade shard in the historically taught throwing position. Holding it by the flat, she threw the sharp damascus at his general direction. Clenching the hilt of her half broken sword, she turned to run. This room was on fire, undesirably energy draining, and now. . now she had emotions slamming her with as much intensity as the burning sensation of even distant fire.

Ayleth thought she was darned by the monks for all this. She, Ashla, came here to relieve stress, not develop even more!

"Run home, girl. . ."

She needed to clear her head, get back in the game. With her main weapon broken, her puny crossbow pistol being able to do nothing, and her dagger pretty useless as well, she was at a severe disadvantage. She could freeze many liquids, but still could not cool lava. Lightning was attracted to any kind of H2O, he already made her stinging, freezer burnt legs shake in pain. . .

He still outclassed her, Ashla, in every area.

She needed to run. Hide. Figure out her next move in another room.

She hoped he would not follow her.