Astra's body lurched to the side as a plume of flames roared passed her, engulfing the area she had once occupied before the curling tongues of fire petered out, losing themselves to the surrounding air.
She could feel the heat brushing against her, the reason why she had a river of sweat running down her back and more beads forming on her forehead. But thankfully, at least this time, there was no scent of burning hair.
He had already caught her hair a few times, and she was not happy about having lost a few inches of her. Her perfect, silky soft white tipped hair was now charred black, frayed and frizzy at the ends.
It turned her two tone hair, black at the roots which became white half way down, into something that looked more like an Oreo. She was not an Oreo!
Astra's harness tugged at her torso as it pulled her out of the fire's path, with a pressure beneath her feet helping with the speed as she shot higher into the air.
