[i][color=black]Born ready.[/color][/i]

“[color=gray]You’re free-range, [i]Ablaze[/i].[/color]”

The Modir closed in, the distance much shorter than she might have anticipated. She could see them clearly, both them were already armed. The closer of the two was sleek, built for speed and agility. Its clawed feet tore into the earth and propelled it with the gait of a career sprinter. Wrapped around its forearm was a chain, leading to an orb clutched in one hand. 

The second was more heavily armored, but by no means slow, and would reach them within moments of the first. Its maw was uneven, its lower jaw jutted and more plentifully-teethed. It held nothing in its massive hands, but fixed to either shoulder were a pair of modium-marbled cannons, not quite to the size of Quinn’s, but still large and already filled with white fire. Still a ways back, it loosed a barrage of missles, each trailed by comets of ivory light. A few landed early, exploding like grenades into the fields, showering [i]Ablaze[/i] with wheat and molten dirt, but the lion’s share of them stayed true to course.

The first Modir, now closing in, poised to collide with her immediately after the salvo would hit, released the ball from its grasp. White light flared from dozens of holes bored into its surface, creating spikes of energy like the head of a mace. It whipped its arm back, and with a vicious flick, sent the ball hurtling towards her. 

An anticipatory hiss ghosted Quinn’s ears, and she felt a sort of shelling around her consciousness, not unlike at the duel. A barrier ready to catch as much pain for her as it could. 

[i][color=black]Make them pay.[/color][/i]