The wind whipped around me, the force of Mara's magic threatening to tear me apart. I struggled to keep my fire magic alive, to push back against the swirling vortex. My energy was waning, but I couldn't give up now.
"Focus, Eileen," I muttered to myself, gritting my teeth. "You can do this."
I drew upon the last reserves of my strength, summoning a surge of fire. The flames roared to life, battling against the encroaching wind. The clash of elements was intense, the heat of my fire and the chill of her wind creating a turbulent storm around us.
Mara's eyes narrowed as she increased the power of her wind magic. I could see the strain on her face, the determination in her eyes. She wasn't holding back, and neither could I.