The Hottest Fire - Part 3

The fire that both Beth and Vol had expected could only remain in her hands hand been spread thinly around her entire body as if it were an aura. Indeed, the knife had made quite a solid impact, straight into the thick liquid fire that Penelope had coated herself with.

The girl's silver hair almost seemed to wish to rise up from the force of the magic. The image of her, shrouded as she was, only inspired more fear into the Stormfront soldiers. Once more, their ranks were breaking, and they were losing man after man.

"S-so, is that it?" Beth said, feigning confidence, pulling her bow off her shoulder. "So what? I overheard you the other day. You won't hit people with your magic, will you? You've sworn some sort of oath, or whatever."