Sword fight!

Cough!

Cough!

Siadra's eyes bulge wide open as she realizes Derek wasn't burning the moment she saw the flames quench right before her.

'Who would have thought reading a bit of history on the seven tribes would prove so useful as it is now?' Hisha jokes as he pats his side where the flames were still burning.

Tossing his coat which had been the only thing that had suffered the fire, he lets out a sigh of disappointment at watching the cool coat sizzle away.

"Oh, dear! That felt sooo nice!" Hisha exclaims in happiness, "it's been far too long since my skin has felt this warm."

Vanas' fangs grow longer by the second as he glares at Hisha. "Is that really you, brother?! How dare you to show yourself to us like this!"

Pushing back his hair, Hisha smirks as he addresses Vanas, "you should have expected this, brother. I won't take no for an answer!"

"You're dead!" Vanas barks.

"Apparently not enough," Hisha replies with a laugh.