This time, the fire was enough. The Burned One's chest glowed, and the creature snarled violently before it fell limp to the ground. Farah's magic let it release, and it fell to the ground and didn't move.
The second the Burned One was killed, Saul dropped his sword and sprinted over to Farah. She was still lying on the ground, holding her injured arm to her chest. Her face was contorted in pain, but she managed to sit up when Saul knelt beside her. "Excellent work, Aiki," she stated proudly.
"Are you alright?" Saul asked urgently, surveying her wound, which was already starting to heal at the death of the Burned One.
"The jacket may be difficult to explain to Rosalind," she murmured, picking at the frayed fabric.
Saul shook his head. "Just think of yourself for one [expletive] minute, Farah. Are you okay?"
"Yes," she sighed. "I'm alright."