Three Hits
"If you can take three hits from me, then I'll consider it a pass," the robe woman's confident voice echoed.
Even Vincent was taken aback by her bold challenge. The audacity of her words seemed to ignite a competitive fire within him.
Forget about three hits, he was now determined to prove himself and beat this woman in her own game.
"Come, " he challenged.
"Ignis in via mea omnia, devora coram me omnia," the woman chanted, her voice resonating with ancient power.
As she raised her hand, a luminous trail of fire appeared, swirling around her fingers.
The air seemed to shimmer with intensity, and the space around the flames responded to her incantation.
"You think this small fire can beat me? I just defeated a demon lord of flame," he retorted confidently, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.
"Don't compare this to that weak flame," the woman asserted with a confident chuckle.