The metal man let out a sharp laugh, the sound echoing through the battlefield. His metal-covered body gleamed under the flickering lights from the fires burning around them. He tilted his head, eyes locked on Lana.
"I'm giving you one more chance to walk away unshattered," he said, voice deep and rough, almost amused. "You're gorgeous. I'd hate to ruin that face."
Lana smiled softly. There was no fear, no hesitation. Just calm. "If you won't attack," she said, her voice smooth, steady, "then I will."
She took a slow step forward. The ground beneath her foot cracked slightly, and a faint hum filled the air. Her hand lifted, palm facing the metal man.
A deep red flame burst to life in her palm—hot, slow, and heavy. It didn't flicker like normal fire. It burned like molten energy, swirling in her hand like it was alive.
The metal man's eyes widened for a brief second before he grinned. "Aggressive?" he said with a smirk. "I like you already."
