My Blood Wizard System
We hit the ground hard, rolled, came up with him pinning my wrists above my head.
His mouth was an inch from my throat.
The containment cuffs sparked, trying to leash my fire. They failed.
Scales erupted down my arms, molten gold under the moon. Heat poured off me in waves.
Thorne’s eyes went full black. Fangs fully extended.
“Yield,” he growled.
“Make me.”
I bucked hard. He lost his grip for half a second (enough). I twisted, got a knee between us, and flipped him over my head. He landed on his back in the dirt with me straddling his chest, hands braced on his shoulders.