The ice arrow had hit Yome square in the face, it barely did any damage to her in her dragon form. Yome grinned, blowing a torrent of black flames. It engulfed the still frozen Ingrid, and Maya was forced to construct a wall. The black flames splattered against it, she could fell the wall weaken and she watched in dread as the flames spread across the city like the ashes of an eruption.
Finally, Yome had stopped. Her wall held, but it crumpled into pieces. Just from that clash the whole city had transformed into a frozen wasteland with black flames spreading.
“Is that all?” Yome laughed. “Have you gotten weaker Maya? One arrow from you could have turned an army to ice.”
“I’m tired today.” Maya said, straining to form another crystal arrow in her hand. “All I want to do is get my man and go home.”
Yome blew black flames into the tower. Maya yelled in shock, and the dragon gave a wicked smile.
“Sounds like you won’t for a couple of decades.”
Maya expanded her senses, reaching out to Dalton, but Yome intercepted it, blocking it with her own metaphorical firewall. The arrow in her hand shook.
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“You dare kill him again?” She cared no more if she were tired, or if this would shave her life. She reached deep within her soul stripping it. She weaved and compressed it taking the form of an ice arrow. Blue light bled from the arrow as she nocked it.
“That’s more like it.” Yome roared.
When she loosed it, she buckled and fell to the ground. Yome blew a bar of black flame, but that did not stop it. Its path was true, cutting through the flames like an axe splitting wood.
She blew harder, condensing her magic and weaving her breath into a spiraling bullet. The arrow moved slower, but it did not deter the path of it. Maya lowered her bow knowing that she had won.
The arrow froze the flames blowing it into shards. The area became a fog of black and blue ice. She saw movement, Yome stepped out of the fog. She had returned to her human form, naked. Half of her body was frozen solid, her only eye that wasn’t frozen shined golden with animosity.
“You!”
“Do you wish to taste more.” She held out her hand, the little mana she had weaved to an arrowhead to. “I can do that for you.”
Yome looked like she would rather it a lemon.
““Maya!””
There was another voice in there. Maya turned to see Ingrid barreling out of the fog, her arm weaved with magic. Yome shot another black beam, hitting Ingrid in the stomach. That did nothing to Ingrid, she slammed her fist in the dragon’s gut. Yome opened her mouth, blood flowed out. The ground underneath cracked and shifted. In the distance a house fell on its side.
Maya could only sigh at the sight. This was why witches did not fight each other.