Morrigan watched with a twisted satisfaction as her ice clone attacked the woman. She was confident enough that she would win this match without having to actively partake in the fight. The girl named Aira was barely dodging her golemn while shouting at Morrigan, though through her loudly pumping pulse everything was like a snowstorm to her, deathly quiet. Her smile only grew as the golemn closed in on the girl, after she barely jumped out of the way the two girls had a staredown, Morrigan's smirk openly challenging the the witch.

Aira mumbled something and began running again, surely Morrigan's golemn would catch the girl this time. To Morrigan's annoyance, Aira made a sharp than humanly possible turn and slapped her hand to the golemn. Morrigan's eyes became slits as she watched the human candle lift her sculpture and smash it to bits against a tree. Than she turned and flung her golemn into a tree smashing it to pieces. Than she conjured a large fireball and begged Morrigan to halt her attack.

In her mind she was eleven again, a large group of people demanding her to be given to them, so they could "protect" the other children. Than she was at the park, a week after the mob came to her house. A man attacked her saying he was doing God's work, and that witches must burn, she still could feel the flames as they licked her skin, eating her shirt, and dancing up her body. Her mother put out the fire before she was consumed, by she still carried the scar of the memory on her stomach.

Covered in ice, Morrigan began walking towards Aira, her arm freezing into a blade. She wasn't go to kill the other girl, but they were enemies. Her ice vs Airas fire. But before she could even get close to a striking distance, the heat from the other girls flames washed over her ice armor. She felt it melting faster than she could form it, and with the flames evaporating the excess moisture in the surrounding area, Morrigan had a hard time making more ice. Quickly her shimmering protection melted away and the full force of the heat punched her in the gut. Her scar flared with a warning like quality and pain sang through her body. Morrigan dropped to a knee, hand flicking to her old wound.

[color=00aeef]"I will put out those flames Aira. I won't be stopped!"[/color] She said through gritted teeth as she stood on shaking legs. She couldn't use her powers, but the flames still had to go.

[@PokimKyOshi]