Compromises Never Work

Draven lifted his sword. Fire swirled from the tip down to the ankles of his feet. It blazed and a thin sheet of armour formed above his skin and clothes, except for his head. She growled and shot her stretchy arms across. Draven tilted his blade and blocked the incoming attack. He side-stepped and jumped as a hand reached for his foot.

He materialized a wall, delaying her next attack. Ropes of fire bounded her feet and tripped her. Under his manipulation, thousands of threads sprouted out of the ground and strapped around her waist, arms and legs. She snared, wiggling her body, breaking few strands. Another formed and replaced the old ones. Lava congealed around her and she burst out and grabbed him by the throat. Draven teleported and his brows creased with disappointment. 'Is there any shame in taking a tactical run?' he made a run.

He yawned under a palm, while he watched his daughter chase Draven with a brutal

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