Chapter 5: Trial by Flame
Immediately, Kelvin’s eyes opened. His first reaction and he thought was to run. But something within him, something original and primal rose within him to meet the threat.
The sigil surged, and with it the energy spiraled from his palm in a whip of crimson flame. The chain went forward, striking the Ragger on its side which fringed it into a half-crushed shuttle car.
The beast growled as he rose without been affected.
Kelvin dodged to the left as the Ragger made a quick thrust towards Kelvin and barely missing its fangs. Kelvin rolled to the ground, his hands dashed to the ground, he thought to himself, "no spear, and no backup".
The Ragger came towards him again with a loud groans.
This time, Kelvin invoked the flame. His sigil erupted a shining light. A dome of fire flared around him to shield him from the Ragger thereby forcing the Ragger to move back. But it was just raw, unstable with no much power. The shield broke and pain stabbed through his ribs.
Kelvin muttered to himself while gritting his teeth "Come on, I am bound to a Tyrant so I can handle a Ragger."
He placed a reinforcing steel within a glyph circle, and the lines lit with runic fire. With his other hand, he called forth the surge, his surge, not the Xerion’s surge.
The flame answered him. It lifted up his arm and gathered all his fingertips together. He launched it in a controlled blast, as a searing arc that slammed the Ragger square in the chest.