defensive cold

And for the first time in a decade the Winter Knight and Summer Knight went to war.
Fix hurled a bolt of pure Summer fire that scorched the ground beneath it as it flew at me.
I didn’t have time to think, but some part of me knew this game. Dodging the bolt wouldn’t be enough—the bloom of heated air coming off that fire would burn me if it even came close. That was why Fix would have the advantage in this match if he kept the distance open and just threw bolt after bolt. So I called upon Winter to chill the air around me as I ducked to one side. Fire and cold met, clashed, and filled the air with mist—mist that would give me the chance to close to grips with my foe.


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