But her true weapons were flame and will.
Her sword, a blade of folded steel with runes etched along its length, burst into fire with each swing. The flames didn't consume the metal; instead, they wrapped around it like living extensions of her intent. Each strike left trails of burning light in the air.
When the paemons tried to flank her, she dissolved her sword into pure flame and reshaped it instantly into a bow.
"Pidraq," she whispered, and the weapon responded.
The bow was magnificent, constructed entirely of condensed flame held in the shape of recurved wood, the string a line of concentrated heat that shimmered like a desert mirage. She drew back, and an arrow of pure fire materialized on the string.
She released.
The arrow screamed through the air and struck a paemon in the chest. The creature exploded, flames consuming it from the inside out.
She drew and fired again and again, each arrow finding its target with perfect precision.
