My Blood Wizard System
We hit the street running, actual wings of flame and night spreading from our backs, thirty feet wide and growing.
Students saw us and stopped screaming.
Someone started cheering.
By the time we reached the riverfront, half the academy was behind us (witches on brooms made of stormclouds, wolves in full pack formation, Li riding a wave of starfire like a surfboard).
The girl-thing hovered above the water, smiling down with a mouth that took up half her face.
“Pretty wings,” she cooed. “They’ll look better burned.”
She clapped once.
The river rose in a black tidal wave full of teeth.