"Die!"
But it wasn't only anger in her swing; it was desperation.
Every shadow around them moved alongside her, attacking him.
Malik stepped forward once, his footstep leaving behind a hoof of fire.
It flared up, and the shadows died at once.
Seemingly expecting that, Roya continued with her attack, dipping low.
Malik followed her swing and, with a single twist of his hand, took a blade from her, using it to block the other.
She disappeared almost immediately and snapped her fingers.
The dagger in Malik's hand glowed brighter in under a moment, getting incredibly hot.
Malik looked down at it, then brought it to his other hand, pushing his palm against the tip of the blade.
It didn't pierce.
No, it was crushed instead.
The dagger melted into itself.
The explosion died out.
Roya stood stunned.
She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed.
