“Distract them,” Brenna said.
The man slashed at her. She dodged, slashed back, nicked him enough to make him retreat.
“How?” Ciaran asked.
“You have the control. The fire doesn’t have to be big - it just has to scare them. Just - don’t burn the whole forest down.” Brenna’s tone was light, but her words were obviously strained.
Ciaran wished he was still sleeping. But she was right - he had the control. So he started small.
No soldier could hold burning weapons, after all.
The men screamed and dropped their swords, and Ciaran smelled burning flesh - and a chance at victory.
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