Back at the bar, things had escalated from bad to catastrophic.
Koros had finally decided that if his men couldn't take down one nim girl, he'd have to do it himself. He lunged at Melisa with surprising speed, a dagger appearing in his hand seemingly out of nowhere.
Melisa sidestepped, but not quite fast enough. The blade caught her arm, slicing through her sleeve and drawing blood.
[Shit, that stings!]
"First blood to me," Koros snarled, his grin feral as he circled her.
"Congrats," Melisa replied dryly. "Want a medal?"
She traced another spellsign, faster this time.
"Ignis, calore, ardeat!"
A jet of flame erupted from her palm, forcing Koros to dive to the side. The fire caught one of his two remaining goons, who hadn't been quick enough to dodge. The man's screams filled the bar as he rolled on the ground, desperately trying to extinguish the flames.
"Oops," Melisa said, not sounding sorry at all. "Missed."
