"Did you just say first?"
Naomi rolled her eyes. "Like—Duh! It can't be this easy."
Fiona couldn't believe her ears; more deadly games lay ahead. She'd seen her life flash before her eyes a million times only in the previous one. Yet, Naomi had called it easy. She probably had been in even riskier situations if she thought a spear narrowly missing her head was no big deal. Also, while Fiona had flown straight into a panic attack, running through the hallway, she'd kept her cool. Like a pro, she'd handle the situation, saving their lives over and over again.
"Are you a battle mage?" Fiona inquired, finally sitting up.
Battle mages were sorcerers whose spellcraft were modified to help them in combat. They were (literally) the warriors of earth's supernatural world.
"Of the great Zhao dynasty!" Naomi answered proudly, grinning from ear to ear.
