[POV: Caspian Arcwright]
CRACK.
Pain shot through Caspian's stomach as Fianna's fist dug deep into him, fire scorching his skin.
His feet left the ground.
THUD!
He crashed back-first into the dirt, his breath knocked out of him.
But she was already moving.
Before he could react, she closed the distance—fast.
Another punch came straight for his face.
Caspian raised his arm just in time, blocking it.
What the hell is wrong with her?
Her flames surged wildly, distorting the air around them.
Her blue eyes, burned with something more—rage.
Confusion.
Panic.
She didn't even recognize him.
She wasn't thinking.
She was fighting on instinct.
Caspian clicked his tongue. Enough.
He shifted.
Fianna's next strike came—but this time, he moved first.
BAM!
His fist met her head, not too hard, but enough to jolt her back to reality.
She staggered.