Two Options

Ryan surged towards the fiery figure suspended in the air, determination etched across his face. In the midst of the fiery tempest, he casually inquired, "What did you mean by stage name?"

"It means that's not my real name!" she thundered, unleashing scorching flames that sent Ryan tumbling backwards. Even without her fiery onslaught, the intense heat radiating from her repelled his advance, halting him in his tracks.

The heat was so great that it caused the very air to warp and coil, decimating the surrounding plant life in its blistering wake.

Attempting another approach, Ryan found himself locked in a relentless standoff. Her fierce flames rendered Nature Manipulation and Elven Magic impotent, forcing him to realise the limitations of his skill set. He lacked a ranged attack powerful enough to match his opponent. But she struggled to land a definitive blow as well. Ryan's agility and resilience kept her strikes at bay, always evading or blocking with ease.