The Dragon Slayer's Queen
Bella hisses, her own aura crackling with cold blue energy.
The next wave is smarter—they come in low, shields up, and manage to close the distance. One grabs Zayla’s ankle, yanking her off balance, but she whips around, grabs his arm, and lets the flame go. He combusts like a torch soaked in oil. Bella grabs the other, headbutts him, and as he staggers back, she follows up with a blast of ice that pins him to a tree.
Zander himself emerges, a cutlass in each hand, scars gleaming on his face. He’s older and meaner, but that shark-smile still haunted Zayla’s dreams for the last year. He locks eyes with her, raises his blades in salute, and charges.