Cinder could see the remnants of magic. It twitched in thin, fuzzy cracks from all over the alley to puddle at the place of attack. The faint, ever-present movement set her teeth on edge.
“Some sort of summoning?” Cinder muttered to herself, as she studied the malignant swirling residue.
“Not bad, for a mage.” The voice dripped with disdain and a thick Spanish accent.
Cinder whirled, her power flaring around her in a protective shield of flame.
“Nice trick.” The young street punk smirked, “but mine’s better.” Her eyes flashed as an enormous striped tabby appeared behind her, growling protectively.
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hey hey hey! who is the street punk? inquiring minds want to know! =P
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