The scent of fuel and the hum of the distant flaming engines permeated the air. The cold steel of the broken jet surrounded them, casting eerie shadows on the concrete floor.
Grace smirked upon hearing his words and said, "Well, that's a fancy suit of armor you got there, kiddo," she taunted, her dark vermilion flames flickering around her, "But that is not going to help you survive me."
"We'll see about that," Samuel gritted his teeth, his stoic demeanor giving way to frustration, and charged towards Grace, each of his step causing the ground to shake.
Grace hurled a blazing ball of fire towards Samuel, causing the battle to begin with a sudden explosion of energy.
Samuel barely managed to deflect her fireball with a ball of earth, making him feel surprised how even her casual attack seemed stronger than he expected.
