Noah staggered backwards, his breathing ragged, his broken arm hanging limp at his side.
He tried to gain distance, to create any space between himself and Cecilia, but she refused to let him breathe.
Fire trailed behind her as she advanced, looking graceful, deadly, and inhumanly fast.
Her every movement was fluid, the air itself bending to her will as flames coiled around her fists and feet.
"Professor!" he shouted, retreating another step.
But the plea fell on deaf ears. The vacant whiteness of her eyes gleamed in the light of her own magic.
She blurred forward, her heel slamming into his guard with bone-rattling force.
The impact cracked the stone beneath his feet, sending shockwaves through his body.
Noah blocked with his good arm, reinforcing it with the darkness of his armor, but the strength behind her blows was simply monstrous.
