The sword painted a curve of orange flame and dark smoke in the air. Its thick blade slashed through the wooden dummy like butter, slashing it in two. The force of the blade hurled the upper half of the dummy away.
It flew off in the distance, landing near the location of Jude and the soldiers. The soldiers instinctively backed off. Jude and Caterina stood still as they knew Siderius would never make a mistake like that.
The dummy caught on fire and burned. Its fire waved in the wind like a dance.
"Fire…" Jude mumbled. Everyone knew that the most destructive and powerful witches in the realm were Fire Witches.
Because of the nature of the witches and their desire, fire was a very rare magic to be obtained. Almost all of the Fire witches became powerful players in the kingdom. The exceptions were those that were murdered before they could mature.
