Chapter 69

Foster’s arm swept out, but the wild curve of his swing said it was more of a reflex than any timed blow. Jesse danced back out of its reach. They were fairly evenly matched in height; putting himself out of harm’s way of the hurlbat also meant not being able to reach Foster with the same technique. Sooner or later, one of them was going to have to take a risk.

Magic burned in the palm of Foster’s free hand, and the scent of sulfur suddenly filled the air. JT shouted a warning, but Jesse saw the fire leap across the distance between them in time to twist out of its way. The ground behind him scorched, a small urn of flowers going up in flames, but Foster pressed on, pushing Jesse closer and closer to the dimensional damage.