Billie's fist burst forward, arcs of lightning dancing along the path of her arm toward Lilura.
Before the lightning could even close in on Lilura, black flames flared, swallowing it before it could continue.
Alfred drove his spear forward toward her ribs.
The air over the tip of the spear condensed into a drill, rotating faster as it closed in on Lilura.
She sidestepped, letting the spear brush past her clothes.
Her leg shot forward in the same breath.
Alfred bent.
The air above him detonated in a violent burst of dark flames as the leg passed.
Silas was already in motion, his katana roaring with flames and light as it streaked through the air toward Lilura's neck.
Lilura's head whipped backward, the katana slashing the space her head had occupied just moments ago.
Silas did not stop.
The katana came back around in a wide arc, faster, flames trailing behind it like a comet's tail.
She raised a single finger.
