((Continuing from Prompt: Dusty))
Her aunt's training came in handy, for Helen saw the anticipation of the Mantle's throw.
She dodged back, flames licking off the axe in her hand as she moved. The man was unnaturally fast, even her nimble move just saved her as she felt a sting against her cheek. He snarled at her, with teeth clenched so tight, Helen almost fancied she could hear them grinding. He stepped toward her, leaving the Seraph to his companions.
With the axe as a focus, she threw out a ring of fire. The unbearable heat of elementalist flames stopped him in his tracks.
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