Without further warning, the small flame leaped from Arella's finger. It zipped through the air, quick as lightning, and landed on Melsava's long silver hair. A puff of smoke and a burst of orange light followed as the ends of her hair ignited. The acrid smell of burning hair filled the room.
The other two demons took a small step away from Melasva, not wanting to get even a small flick of holy fire on them. Melasva screamed, clutching at her hair in panic as the fire danced along the strands. Flicking her wrists, a dark shadow engulfed the flame as she tried to suffocate it in order to put it off.
