Another writing prompt!
Tsss! Flames sizzled past Liriel as he leapt up and grasped the tree branch. His heart thudded in his chest as he pulled himself up and swung his head downward, staring at the path the fireball left in its wake. Leaves blazed in the trees, ash fluttered to the ground, and the mountain boasted a new fiery, smoking pit. Liriel’s eyes widened as he pushed himself up to his feet on the next branch up.
“Come down here now!” Teras shouted up at him as she stomped her heel into the ground. She lifted her staff, eyes flashing and jaw set.
“N-no way!” Liriel called back. He slid his dagger from the sheath as his back.
“What are you going to do with that?” Teras stuck her tongue out. “You’ll have to come down here and fight me properly if you want to use that!”
Liriel looked down at the dagger. Red text danced over the blade, carved there by a blood mage. Liriel flicked his gaze to Teras and he turned the blade around so she could see the red text, too. Her eyes went wide, her mouth fell open.
“Don’t you dare! You wouldn’t dare!”
Liriel sank the blade into his own chest.