"You'll pay for what you did," Myra says, and in the next moment, vines burst from the ground, wrapping tightly around my ankles and wrists, pinning me in place with my arms stretched out. I try to break free, but the vines stretch and hold firm.
Before I can react further, Myra teleports directly in front of me, her face a few inches from mine.
"You said mages are terrible at hand-to-hand combat, didn't you? But I forgot to mention—I'm not burdened by that weakness." As the words leave her lips, she drives her palm into my stomach with such force I feel my organs rupture. I crash across the field, struggling to regain my balance.
"Heal," I mutter, casting a spell for the first time since the duel began. Despite the intensity of the fight, I feel strangely calm.
Glancing up, I spot Myra blinking across the battlefield, rapidly closing the distance between us. Blink, a short-range teleportation spell, but the way she uses it is astounding.
