A dance of fire and ice

"Remove your armour. That acid will melt through your bones!" Maria's voice echoed, her left hand twirling in the air, her father's special type of casting spells, weaving spells into sign language and hand signs.

The knights, dressed in her colours, removed their armour before the sizzling purple and black energy melted the steel and iron into liquid; Maria spread both palms while matching eyes with the huge orc leading the charge.

"Dragon's Flame!"

Her body shook the agony from constantly casting huge spells, creating a pain like someone grabbed her organs from within and squeezed them tight. She bit her lips as the huge torrent of flames in the shape of a dragon crashed towards the enemy orcs and crossbowmen.

"Kill the woman!" Grom'Gaius screamed, his eyes filled with anger and despair at the devastating power of the female mage.

"Shoot! Release your bolts!"