Ajayka sent out agonizing screams that sent shivers down her spine and rendered her traumatized in her spot when she saw Alvaro's fiery hot flames starting to eat the witch's flesh like a hot lava. She dared not imagine how painful it was. Just the sight of the witch's face distorted in a very excruciating way had made her stomach lurch up in a very terrible fear.
The witch's side had slowly dissipated into glowing embers; she covered her mouth to stifle her frightened gasps from escaping from her throat. It was a terrifying slow death for Ajayka.
She saw Alvaro's hand rise from his side, his fist glowing in the same dark red flames tinged in orange, heading towards Ajayka. "Stop, Alvaro!" She yelled as she tried to stop him from whatever he was plotting.
His stern expression was laced with confusion. "Why? Shouldn't you said it yourself, to defeat her?" His tone was serious; it was the most serious voice she ever heard from him.