The Dragon Slayer's Queen
Alex is there in a heartbeat, grabbing a stick, lighting it with a snap of his fingers, wielding it like a torch against the nearest attacker.
Liam moves toward the Queen, but she’s already fighting, wreathing her fists in sickly green flame, blasting it into the face of the first man dumb enough to approach. He crumples, screaming, and the smell of burning hair churns Zayla’s stomach.
Zayla and Bella end up back-to-back, as if by instinct, hands out, palms up. The first brute who tries to leap the log is incinerated mid-air, a ribbon of violet fire carving him in two. But there are so many more, and the flames alone won’t hold them.