Fire Dagger strength

Jodah slowly rose and regarded his foe. His opponent had apparently thought Jodah was beaten and now stomped his foot in frustration. Jodah pulled the red mana from his mind to ready another set of fire knives. As he did, he simultaneously launched one of his light balls in the blue mage’s face.

Only after he did both of these things did he recognize where he had seen that little stomp before. A small stomp usually accompanied by a balled fist of irritation at Jodah.

Jodah cursed himself for not recognizing her with the casting of her first spell.

By that time it was too late. His opponent raised her hands to counter the light spell and could not prevent the red flame daggers from slamming into her. She screamed and went down, dark stains appearing on her robes.

The crowd cheered at the apparent victory, but Jodah was already halfway to his fallen foe. Mairsil shouted something, and Barl as well, but Jodah paid no attention to either of them.

He ripped off the lion mask, and Sima’s battered face was below. She had a massive welt across her forehead, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She tried to say something, but blood merely bubbled between her lips.

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The Gathering Dark, Chapter 17