Flare bent back at the very last moment to evade the pale man's blade, feeling the subtle air blown by it caress the tip of her nose. It missed her flesh entirely, instead cutting a few strands of her flowing hair. Continuing with the motion, Flare placed her hands on the floor then chained several backflips to gain some distance.
Her fists were already coated in incandescent orange, that's why when the pale man rushed after her intending to deliver another wide swing, she launched herself in the air and somersaulted, swiping with both of her hands to create wide arcs of bright flames that spread out like whips.
Unable to evade, the pale man crossed his arms over his face to protect his eyes. The flame whips did burn but not to a degree that would have incapacitated him. He was a little too late in realizing that, however, as in the next moment his entire body quaked from the devastating impact that hit his stomach.
