Samira laughed loudly, spinning her fiery spear in circles, scattering sparks that crackled through the air. "Then you're in luck," she said, her voice thick with malice, "because you won't be facing just one."
She advanced like a wild dance, her spear slicing through the air in flames. The leader raised his blade to defend himself, but the impact of Samira's weapon nearly knocked the sword from his grasp. Flames engulfed his body, burning through his leather armor like paper. He screamed, staggering back, trying to extinguish the consuming fire.
But Strax was faster. He raised his hand, and the golden energy flowing from his body condensed into invisible claws. In one jerk, the leader's body was dragged toward him, pinned by a crushing force.
The man struggled, screaming in pain, his bones cracking under the pressure. His eyes met Strax's—and there was nothing but the reflection of an immortal beast.
