[ Marcus does move, instinct kicking in to make up the lost distance she'd gained when she leaped forwards, circling counter to her steps. He flips the staff into one hand, blade pointed for the ground.
This time, fire bursts from that point, and ripples forward in a growing wall of flame headed for Poesia. He anticipates she will move, on account of not avoiding being burned to death. To simply go backwards is to beckon that exact fate. She must choose a side.
And he steps quick to the side she does not, a wall of fire roaring between them. ]
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This time, fire bursts from that point, and ripples forward in a growing wall of flame headed for Poesia. He anticipates she will move, on account of not avoiding being burned to death. To simply go backwards is to beckon that exact fate. She must choose a side.
And he steps quick to the side she does not, a wall of fire roaring between them. ]