The Last Light (The Wandering Inn, #5)

by Pirateaba

Someone walked through the flames. A claw sliced through the second illusion of Imenet. Zel coughed and felt the fire and his melted breastplate burning his scales. They burned, like putting his claws on a hot kettle or a stovetop. He coughed, looking around for the [Mage]. “You may be right. We warriors don’t have the same tricks mages do. But we don’t die easily, either.” Ilvriss was cursing, raising one of his rings and shouting into it. Screams echoed from the burning building. Zel heard a child’s voice. He waited, his blood boiling. The Drake [Mage] reappeared at the other end of the street, no longer smiling. He stared at Zel. “…That’s cheating.” Zel didn’t reply back. He charged, and Imenet began casting spells at both Ilvriss and Zel. The night was full of death. Zel prayed the Gold-rank adventurers could handle Regrika Blackpaw. Imenet was far too strong to be merely Gold-rank. He had to hope that they could defeat her, Named Adventurer or not. He roared as he charged and Imenet’s eyes grew wide.

0o ... cheating ... really?