Borealis and the high inquisitor blurred together in a flash of steel and feathers. The demon was small and nimble, releasing bursts of ice mana with every lash of his talons. Thick reams of ice crept over the wall and floors where his attacks missed, only to be melted by arcs of fire from the inquisitor's sword.
The inquisitor shouted and unleashed a barrage of heavy, two-handed slashes. His blade trailed thick ribbons of dancing fire, leaving lines that lingered in the air. The inquisitor moved through them with ease, but whenever Borealis approached one, it flared with seventh-level fire mana. The attacks seemed random at first, but as the ribbons accumulated, Borealis grew more hesitant, taking fewer opportunities to attack.
I frowned, my tail twitching. What was he doing? The inquisitor was clearly wearing down, so why wasn't he striking at his weakness?
