"Burn!"
Ivan Smith declared, flames in hand— clearly ready to launch it at me with full force.
'What the heck?!'
I hadn't counted on things escalating to this extent. It seemed that I overestimated Ivan's intelligence, since I thought he would have thought things through.
'Violence isn't prohibited, but destruction of property is!'
Judging by the intensity of the flames, even if I evaded it, it would destroy furniture and perhaps other things. While it would be considered Ivan's attack, we would both be penalized since our fight caused it.
'Damn… I don't intend on being penalized this early!'
My stomach once again bit me, reminding me of my hunger pangs. This caused me to wince, and coupled with my already worried expression, I was certain I looked really pathetic.
"Looking scared already, eh? Well, it's too late now!" Ivan grinned, bringing the flames closer.
