"You can't run away from everything.. you eventually need to face your fear" Seraphina whispered, hunched behind a fallen tree, fingertips white and the tip of her nose red. "Well, as long as he's transformed into that-" I point harshly as the blackened figure "I ain't going no where" I stated. Seraphina huffed out a cloud of wispy smoke that alleviated up as she rolled her eyes. "Fine, you wussy" She growled. She hopped onto the fallen tree in one swift movement, her nails black and sharp dug into the tree, chunks disintegrated under her strength, eyes narrowed and long hair transforming into fiery glow of red rage. "Young Immortal, you dare challenge me?" moaned the blackened figure, with every step that he took further looked transparent as he sauntered, almost as if wisps of black curling smoke left his body as he lunged forward. _______ Are you ready to join the fight?