Blaze burst forward and attacked. The fire became thicker and heavier and his movements slowed. One hit! He needed just one hit!
His fists became rockets that propelled faster and faster.
That one hit might have spelled defeat so Dasha avoided it. He read his movements like a book. The thicker flames were obscuring his Qi Sense by a smidge. Pathetic. Such a little thing did nothing to change the fact that his attacks were telegraphed like a picture book.
Blaze's attacks grew more frantic, and as the minutes ticked by, it became clear what Dasha had already known: Blaze was burning through his mana at an alarming rate. His flames were still fierce, but there was a flicker of instability in them now, a sign of his waning power.
To compensate, the flames at his feet and legs funnelled to his fist.
Just one hit! One hit!
Such predictable thoughts.
