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As I expected, Damara stepped aside, dodging my blast. But that had been a distraction for the real strike: I conjured a fire whip and sent it at her while she was distracted with the jet of fire. The whip hit her hand and closed around the flower’s green steam. I tugged on the whip. By then, Damara realized what I was doing and sent another fireball, this time toward my whip.
The heart flower floated in the air for about three seconds, then it fell on the icy-rocky ground, right between us.
“It won’t be that easy!” Damara threw her hands up, and a huge fireball hurled toward me. I opened my arms, parting the fire, feeling its heat as it licked the air an inch from my skin.
Using that momentum, I guided those two fire funnels around the perimeter, toward Damara again. She had her ha
