Skirmishes (1)

The Ereth inquisitor, enveloped in a bright, golden light landed before me, perhaps five meters away. 

"The hell is this monster?" I heard Inspector John mumble. 

"Time to die," I whispered as I tightened my grasp around the shaft of my scythe. The pale crystalline blade reflected the golden light as my flames danced on it. 

I dashed forward as soon as the Ereth's feet touched the ground. I had no wings, no way of flying. I had to defeat her while she was on the ground, still within my reach. 

The sound of metal clashing with metal echoed across the hills and cliffs. We exchanged no words – we both knew this was a fight to the death. Instead, I leapt back as soon as our blades touched.