If he hadn't been that furious, he would have used his flames to fry me, but he was literally so rage tormented that he couldn't think. He was shaking madly as he raised a fist to punch me. I could see a torrent of fire washing over his back as Lissette tried to burn him, but if it had any effect, he didn't show it.
As his fist began to fall, towards my face where I lay on the floor, time seemed to slow. No, it didn't slow. That's not right. Everything was still moving at the same speed, the flames roaring, Lissette screaming, Phaerun grimacing at me with a terrifying mask of anger.
But, I seemed to be able to move faster than all of them.
My hand flew out and snatched Phaerun's fist just before it could hit my clenched jaw. His face twisted in surprise, the flames flickered, I groaned in pain as my body ached from where it fell.
And then, for the first time, I shoved Phaerun off me.
He landed with a thump, too bewildered to fight me. He had always being stronger than me, that was just a fact. Now that I had actually managed to get him off me, Phaerun didn't know what to do, what had happened.
I climbed to my knee's and tilted my head to the side to where he lay. I looked at him for a second, then reached out and punched him with all my strength.