"I won't hold back. I can always heal you after breaking a few bones," Medora said with a smirk, summoning her sword as flames from her aspect spread throughout the room.
Daylan stood before her, giving a lazy look.
Without hesitation, he extended his hand and conjured a revolver. In the same breath, he pulled the trigger, unloading every bullet at her with a smirk.
Medora dropped to one knee in an instant, clutching her shoulder.
"You can heal yourself too, right?" Daylan teased.
Medora slowly rose to her feet, her smile deepening. "My flames can melt metal now—and I knew you'd pull a cowardly trick like that."
She dropped to one knee and picked up the melted bullets, letting them run through her fingers like water. "Any of your silly tricks that involve metal… including your dagger."
