Mattie shrank back instinctively with a sharp gasp, throwing her arms up to shield her face, like a coward––but how could she help that when her ex/lover had just shot balls of fucking [i]fire[/i] onto the ground? She was still snarling, but quivering now too. She didn't know of anything that she could do that was anything like that. And it was a shame; retrospectively she wished that she could defend herself from that sort of attack. 

After the initial moment of shock, she regained her motor abilities. First she turned tail and ran from Nick, and when she'd gained enough speed, she spread her own wings––notably less impressive than Nick's, but certainly functional––and took flight. She didn't know where she'd go or what she'd do. Right now the terror of seeing that fire had seared one thing into her mind, and it was to get the hell away. 

[i]Please let me remember my training.[/i]