"It's my turn."
The fire blast subsided, with Merlin already backing up, channeling more Divinity into a relentless barrage of [Fireballs].
She was smart, keeping the distance, knowing her Fire Element was lethal long-range artillery and his Magma had turned him into an unpredictable close-quarters threat.
Steam hissed from the ground under Ignotus's boots as a thin layer of molten rock formed. His [Living Ligature] had come into play, allowing him to propel himself in explosive bursts, a jet-propelled cannon.
Merlin immediately blasted herself away, and Ignotus chased.
"Are we playing tag? I'm 'it.'"
Ignoring his taunt, she threw more fire.
The first few dozen fireballs were easy to dodge with his magma-boosted speed, but they were increasing in speed and number.
Thankfully for the Luck fiend, he had another tool to use.
Raising his left hand, a glove appeared around it.
A Divine Relic, his Hands of Lethe.
He let a few mid-sized fireballs get close and reached out.
