The woman carried herself with an effortless grace, the kind that came from someone who believed themselves above all else.
'She's strong.'
"Hm. Cautious. That's a good sign."
"Who are you?"
"Who do you think you're looking at?"
Atticus reached for his will, and found nothing. His eyes narrowed. A moment later, he shifted focus, drawing on his element instead as fire ignited around him.
"I won't ask you again."
The woman squinted slightly.
"A useless endeavor. No fire shall burn."
The bonfire vanished. Moments later, Atticus felt his control over the fire element slip entirely, the flames around him snuffing out and plunging the cave into darkness.
Atticus was taken aback. He was about to move when she shook her head.
"Do not engage with elements. You will lose."
She studied him in silence for a moment.
"Think. You regained consciousness seconds ago. If killing you were the objective, you would not be alive."
