the towering blaze

Hadn't one monster been enough?

Adelita knew the risks when it came to magic, did others simply not heed it? Did they blindly grasp for corrupted power, march toward their own undoing?

The fires in front of her are minuscule compared to the growing inferno that was far from the barn. Plenty of people were scrambling, carrying water and calling for more. She is of no use here; her talents lie in what she will be doing next.

The maiden of gold and brown makes her way toward the more massive fire, burning on its own and.. rumbling. Her eyes narrow, and through the fire she can see the black bits moving. A charred skull rises high, spewing black down jagged bone that drips somewhere near it. A mage, lost to the power they had so sorely coveted. The same as the last one; this one is mindlessly seeking a way north, destroying all in its path as it goes, if the burnt prints of hooves have any say.

Her stomach churns, and Adelita finds a taste of bitterness in her mouth. Monsters were what put her in the state she's in now, were what had nearly killed her. Of course she has a personal vendetta against the damned things.

Heat rolls off the monster, visible in waves like on a hot summer day, melting every inch of snow around it. 

She can't attack it close, but she can still do damage from afar. Even so, she can see the fire dropping from it in balls that dissipate far off, and she urges herself into action at last.

Her steps are determined, and she draws on her power, eyes narrowing as she peels up iron from the land. It shudders in her grasp, a familiar sensation that she toys with; melds and moves with putty-like consistency. It oozes around in front of her, shaping into a long spear, widening at one end to become like a trident. If she's lucky, she can strike it from here; those bones look brittle from unwavering heat from the fire.

Her mouth twitches, a strange sensation as she smiles in the delight of the moment. Taking down monsters brings a rare joy to her; each one reminds her of the one that had almost killed her. In a way, this is a cathartic thing.

Swinging her neck, she pulls her head back, and the metal moves back with the motion. Rising on her rear legs, she shoves hard off metal hooves, slamming into the ground with her front legs and sending the metal flinging through the air. It whistles and aims true, disappearing into flames as it does. 

The monster roars, a loud sound that rattles her very teeth, and she finds herself moving, running. Towards the other side, and pulling metal at the same time. Her hooves shift and transform, spikes punching down from her hooves that allow her better grip as she rips the snow and ground, heading for a new spot.