Sage swerved to avoid the blast, which shattered the ground.
"Are you insane?! What if I didn't avoid it?!" Sage screamed at him.
Cyrus' dark state was getting on her nerves, and the way he looked at her made her think he didn't care if she didn't avoid the attack.
Sage turned away, grabbed her dress, and dashed down the stairs. She was supposed to be the enraged one, after all, he had imprisoned her friend.
Sage became frustrated and began to run away, aiming for the gate, but the increasing cold was weakening her and the gate was far ahead.
Feeling even more frustrated, she came to a halt and turned to face Cyrus, who was standing still, his cold gaze fixed on her.
"You will get nothing out of this," She groaned in frustration, fire whips bursting from her hands. "But if you want to fight, why don't you come at me?"
