Novel & Cerita Fire Style Fireball Jutsu Hand Signs

Tension. His chest looked calm. His breathing was steady. Almost annoyingly steady. But his eyes were a different species. Sharp, focused and hungry in a silent way. His hand on my waist didn't shift even once, like it had no plans of leaving. His jaw flexed slightly when someone came a little too close during a turn, like he had to mentally restrain himself from glaring at them for existing near me. He wasn't dancing like a man showing skill. He was dancing like a man showing possession without saying a damn thing.

My voice tells me. I saw the biggest man kick her in the face. She is losing consciousness. Unable to contain my rage anymore, I screamed, raising my hands. Fire flew from both of my palms. The force is intense and within seconds, there is fire all around me. My intense fire power trapped the men against the far wall. Fire continues to fly from my outstretched palms.

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.