I wrapped my fist in flames and sharp gusts of wind, wasting no time in lunging at the dwarf as my rifle slipped into my ring.
The dwarf noticed me, gritted his teeth despite the pain, and prepared to meet my attack, but again something unexpected happened. The dying arms of my pollinating clone gripped him tightly and held him in place. That momentary gap was enough to decide the winner of this fight.
My fist landed directly into the gap in his armor, the opening in his chest. The hot flames burned his skin even more, and the sharp winds only made his wound worse.
The dwarf's eyes twitched, unable to bear the immense pain any longer, and as he stood there he lost consciousness. My clone vanished into thin air as his body collapsed to the ground.
