He channeled mana into his legs and jumped, clearing the shield by inches as flames licked at his boots.
He came down right in front of Clarissa.
"Impossible..." she started to say.
Lucas's fist caught her in the solar plexus. It wasn't his strongest punch, after all, he was exhausted and injured but it was enough to drive the air from her lungs and interrupt her spell casting.
He didn't give her time to recover.
He grabbed her wrist, the one she'd been forming fire magic with, and twisted hard. She gasped in pain, and the flames flickering around her hand sputtered out.
"Here's a message for your fiancé," Lucas said coldly. "Tell him if he has something to say to me, he can say it himself."
He swept Clarissa's legs and followed her down, pinning her with his knee across her chest.
