The moment my eyes met hers, I got a bad premonition. A very bad premonition.
"The Heretic Otherworlder…" The words left her lips like acidic venom falling on wood and melting through it.
The hair on the back of my neck stood sharply, every instinct screaming of danger to come.
But before I could react or do anything, she vanished from the tree branch. All I saw was a shaking branch where she'd been. I staggered back hurriedly, thinking she was coming for me — however, I saw her on the ground already, twin silver stilettos manifested in her hands. She was already bringing them down on the Inquisitor who now lay motionless, dying.
However, in that moment, instincts overwhelmed me. I used what little of my essence I could touch to snuff out the flames.
As they died, the Inquisitor's eyes flashed wide. He rolled away from the killing blow, causing the girl to stab her stilettos into mud.
Her face crumpled. She looked like she was about to cry.
