I stood there, the fire cracking from my whip. My breathing is kinda harsh, because the flames in my hands has fired up... and so did my veins. It felt like liquid heat is crossing them. But I ignored it. It was just probably my body getting reaquanted with my fire.
The poisoned bullets messed them up and I guess I just need some practice to get used to it.
I cracked it a few more times and shouted.
"Let's begin."
He jumped straight at me and I lashed the whip straight at him, almost wrapping it around his leg but somehow he managed to escape it.
The fire from the whip seemed to be getting hotter and hotter with each passing moment so needed to move fast or come up with a different plan to beat him.
I cracked the whip next to his legs one last time and jumped to the side and it was
