Maggie walked closer to my side as he summoned his Spirit. I might have been enthusiastic about fighting the man but I wasn't about his damn fire spirit.
She didn't look at me and certainly didn't seem to care about my astonishing accomplishments from her, I'd be damned if I said I was expecting any compliments from her.
Her deathly crimson eyes locked onto the Fire Lord and stayed there, and the faintest trace of a strange glee of interest crossed her face.
'Oh? She's excited?'
"About time," I muttered, stepping back.
"Shut up."
Her habit billowed as she walked past me, each step measured and unhurried, and I noticed that the heat from the Fire Lord, the same heat that had been cooking the air in my lungs, parted around her like water around stone. The white flames that clung to the edges of her habit pushed it away.
