67 How It Ended (Pt 3)

"Burn!"

Ivan Smith declared, flames in hand— clearly ready to launch it at me with full force.

'What the heck?!'

I hadn't counted on things escalating to this extent. It seemed that I overestimated Ivan's intelligence, since I thought he would have thought things through.

'Violence isn't prohibited, but destruction of property is!'

Judging by the intensity of the flames, even if I evaded it, it would destroy furniture and perhaps other things. While it would be considered Ivan's attack, we would both be penalized since our fight caused it.

'Damn… I don't intend on being penalized this early!'

My stomach once again bit me, reminding me of my hunger pangs. This caused me to wince, and coupled with my already worried expression, I was certain I looked really pathetic.

"Looking scared already, eh? Well, it's too late now!" Ivan grinned, bringing the flames closer.