Lorry
The fire barely struck the vampire’s face, not even a tenth of its intended strength. Damn, it was almost like his strength was fading away.
Was this the end?
His flames were finally waning; he didn’t even have enough strength to sustain his fire anymore. The bones of his legs scattered away, and soon the fire sustaining him became nothing more than a smoking blaze.
“Heh. Looks like it’s my loss…” He chuckled weakly, realizing his situation. It seemed for as much as he liked to play tough, the game was rigged from the start. He gave her a thumbs up before even his other arm’s bones scattered away. “You’re pretty good.”
A sword pierced through his ribs in an instant, passing through his opponent’s own chest and skewering them both. His arm had been severed from him, the fire wasn’t his fire anymore, so it didn’t fade along with his energy. It just took life and shot like a rocket while she was so busy on him.
Because the fire was a living thing, it was independent from him, it didn’t need to be fueled by his energy any longer. Her body shielded him from the final explosion, but the heavy damage meant she couldn’t hold him anymore. Thus, he was sent flying away by the blast.
There was nothing but smoke and ash coming from the last, most insignificant flames that anchored his spirit together. Damn, that probably didn’t work. She’d just regenerate again, acting out like this wouldn’t do him any good. But losing to such a pretty girl… it wasn’t so bad.
With a bitter chuckle, the fire took its last breath and was cruelly snatched away by the air. All that was left was silence and a broken corpse. There were only the slightest traces of blaze running across his bones, threatening to disappear and take his life with them.