Chapter 31: Judge, Jury, Executioner
As Wallace swung the scythe, Ronan roared and shot black flames from the palms of his tied hands. The fire caught Wallace’s legs and feet, and he danced as the flames burned viciously. They crackled with such strength that Ronan couldn’t hear Wallace’s anguished cries of pain.
Ronan sprung from the chopping block and thrusted his foot to Wallace’s chest, pushing him into a filthy puddle in the alley. Still, even rolling about and screaming in the water, the fires climbed up Wallace’s legs and to his torso.
With his hands still strapped behind his back, Ronan ran over to Maritza and the two purple-cloaked Nightblades. Maritza kicked one between the legs, and in a deep cough he was lifted several inches off the ground. As he regained his footing, Maritza bit the lobe off the man’s ear. He shoved her away then wildily barreled his scythe towards her, but she spun around, held out her hands, and allowed the scythe to tear through her rope bindings.