Helen vs Zyrith 2

Zyrith hissed, but her grin never faltered. "You drew blood," she murmured, almost reverently. Her fingers traced the wound, and the fire around her flared wildly, as if responding to her emotions. "It's been a while since anyone's managed that. Let's see if you can keep up."

She thrust her hand forward, and a stream of fire shot out, snaking toward Helen like a living serpent. Helen sidestepped, but the flames twisted, following her movements. She dove to the ground, rolling to evade the attack, and sprang back to her feet, her sword at the ready.

"Persistent, aren't you?" Helen said, her voice steady despite her labored breathing.

Zyrith chuckled. "You have no idea."

With a flick of her wrist, Zyrith redirected the flames, turning them into a swirling vortex that encircled Helen. The heat was suffocating, the air thick and oppressive. Helen clenched her teeth, her eyes darting for an opening.