Fireproof

Saxby wheeled, mouth opening wide—he blew fire and the world turned molten.
Ryn whirled her kanaf entirely around herself except for her remaining fist. Fire beat harmlessly off her cloak, and when it had passed, she snapped the burning cloth down, extinguishing the flames. Still wreathed in fire, Saxby’s scales had a hellish glow and the room was flooded with barking dogs, shrieking monkeys, and the scurrying of escaped animals. In the midst of the pandemonium, she extended her invulnerable hand, which he’d bathed in that fiery expulsion—the hardened glue had turned black and polished like volcanic glass and, with a flick of her hand, it shattered and released her claws.
“My turn,” she said.


Chapter 17, Page 269-270