Barely letting him finish talking, Alice sank back into combat stance and charged him with a wide grin. Bright blue runes flickered into life all across her fur, quickly followed by frostfire flames bursting from her skin. In moments, she'd turned into a surging, half-pint, wereverine-shaped fire.
A fire charging straight at Erik.
The man himself cocked a curious, yet not particularly impressed eyebrow. "Is that your new ability?" he asked, smiling a little. "That's not bad. Your opponent will find it hard to touch you. You might even be able to use it for defending against ranged attacks if you can figure out how to make it powerful enough to destroy spells and projectiles upon reaching you."
The charging flame giggled slightly, but didn't otherwise respond or alter course.
Frowning, Erik raised a hand in her direction. "I hope your plan isn't to simply attack me head-on? If you thought reckless faith in this new ability of yours would impress me, you're wrong."
