Mazla

CLANNNNG!

I used my own sword to defend against the last fiery lance that came at me, which, again, sent me back by a few steps.

Though, this time, I did not vomit the steaming blood that I had done a couple of times in the past hour.

"You should have died!" It said, looking at me with burning hate; "You are not powerful enough to kill me," I said back, which angered it even more, but it did not let its anger control it.

"Then I will see how you survived it!" said Mazla, and its aura grew even more powerful, turning the space around as hot as an inferno.

"Aekaem's Marionette!" 

It shouted, and the flames swirling around it began to burn even brighter as it got dense that soon, even Fiery Lionman had disappeared into them.