Our Last Stand 2

"No sword?" Asher asked, glancing sideways at Liam.

"Don't need it." Liam's voice was flat, devoid of hesitation. Then, without warning, fire erupted around him—wild, untamed, and furious. Shadows flickered in the inferno's glow, painting his face with an eerie intensity. "Our flames will be enough."

Asher smirked, the thrill of battle overriding the exhaustion gnawing at his bones. His left arm, now made entirely of roaring blue fire, flared brighter as the flames expanded across his body. "Speaking my language."

Then, they moved.