Viztar lashed out with his arm before Ackster could even get close. Ackster saw that Viztar was still several strides away. His attack shouldn't land. But during his movement, Viztar conjured a rod of solid green fire that crashed into Ackster like a runaway train.
Ackster folded in half before crashing into the ground with a burn wound covered in licks of green flame.
'That stings.'
Viztar's fire lingered and refused to leave or let Ackster heal. It was a lot more stubborn than Tararat's. But it was finally something that could train his fire and magic resistance skills and bring them to the next rank. Ordinary volcanoes and magic wouldn't do the trick anymore, no matter how much he bathed in them.
So, Ackster let Viztar's fire continue to stop his healing. He wouldn't die, anyway. It was fine as long as his injuries didn't worsen.
