One of the masked women stepped forward, her boots clicking against the concrete.
Without a word, Savra flicked open her silver lighter.
"Playtime's over."
With a snap of her fingers, the fire leapt from the lighter and twisted into a searing whip.
It was Flame Control in action.
The leader of the impostors let out a low laugh. "You're flashy."
She raised her hand.
Her body began to change.
Horns sprouted from her head, black-red wings erupted from her back.
Her eyes glowed.
"Demon Shift," she growled.
"Let's see if you can handle a real monster."
Savra's whip cracked forward, flaming arcs lashing through the air.
The winged impostor took to the sky, darting with erratic, savage flight.
Her claws swept down.
Savra rolled to the side, spun, and launched a flame burst directly into her back.
The winged woman shrieked and spiraled midair.
"Zelia, behind me!"
"I said I can handle it!"
Zelia barked, blocking a slash from the second impostor's blood-forged blade.
