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The Battered Lamp Chapter Eighteen: The Windy Bow

... pine trees. She's camouflaging herself with the fire. Fumi's eyes widened and she followed her instincts, diving towards the snow, clutching hard to Windfeather. She couldn't lose the bow. Boiling air hurtled out of the disturbance straight towards her. She landed in cool snow, her skin burning as the fireball hissed over her, missing her by centimeters. She screamed, her back aching like she had spilled boiling water, the fireball may have missed, but it's heat had burned her as it passed over. Fire erupted, a pine tree roaring and popping as Zaritha's greedy fire consumed it. Fumi rolled on to her back, the snow cool on her burning back, and fired an arrow into the flames, a great wind blowing the heat away and snuffing out the flames. The wind streaked out, illuminating the landscape and— Zaritha was to her right. She had moved. Air roiled towards her, fire burning, and Fumi scrambled to her feet. Pain consumed her right leg, the air sizzling. She stepped on her leg, it folded beneath her and she crashed to the snow. The pain was intense. It was hard to think. Her entire right side felt seared and she could smell her flesh burning. She rolled in the snow, sobbing. Zaritha laughed, gathering another blast in her upheld hand. I can't die like this. Not when I can be with Kyle! She couldn't run, but that didn't mean she couldn't fight. She grit her teeth, ignoring the agony consuming her body. She drew her bow only half-way and tried to aim. “You should see yourself,” ...

... Zaritha taunted. “I'm doing you a favor. You'd be a scarred, hideous thing if you live. That's not good for a succubus.” She released the arrow. It went wide. “You missed,” snorted the woman, stepping closer, the air roiling faster in her hand, her fireball growing hotter. She reached out to the wind through her bow. The wind caught her arrow, turning it, guiding it around behind the woman, streaking for Zaritha's back. The arrow speeding up, hurtling like a missile. Zaritha let out another cackle, raising up her hand to deliver the final blast. Her hand snapped down. The arrow struck her in the back. Zaritha screamed, her throw jarred, the fireball streaking over Fumi's face. The heat seared across her body, her skin crisping. Fumi's howls joined her attackers. “You fucking bitch!” coughed Zaritha, falling to her knees, her voice thick and liquid. “I'll tear your heart out.” Zaritha rose up. The arrow in the back wasn't enough. Pain consumed all of Fumi's body. She couldn't fight it. Her body wanted to surrender to the agony, her consciousness swam. “I'm getting...back to...Kyle!” she hissed. She fired one last arrow. Zaritha moved her arms to block it. The arrow clanged on metal, a powerful ringing filled the air. Something heavy fell off Zaritha's wrist into the snow. The Ifrit froze, and then a bubbling laugh escaped her lips. “You freed me.” Joy rang in Zaritha's voice. Zaritha tore the other bracer off, dropping it on the snow beside the first one. Fumi fought with ...