"I would feel better if we picked up our pace. Something is... wrong here." Wrong was an understatement as a swirling ball of flame was launched at him, or Liz. He didn't know the target. He only knew to grab her and dodge, watching as the fire licked around the fence it'd barreled into. Keiran whipped around, one arm still holding Liz behind him. He glared into the darkness, but where the fireball had come from, he didn't know.
A glint lit the darkness for a half second, and Keiran anticipated the next attack. This one was faster, but he had enough time to throw a barrier of what appeared to be ice between himself and the floating inferno. "Show yourself, Summer Spirit. I will not tolerate another attack." A small but muscular woman popped out from the darkness, smiling in such a way to be considered a vicious sneer. Like the male Summer Spirit, she had a mop of short red hair streaked with yellows and oranges. Her eyes were like pools of blood against their dark surroundings.
"Hir-Morana. That was all you could muster? A pity. I would have preferred more of a fight."
"Leave us, Nanili. My quarrel is not with you, or any other Summer Spirit."
"It became so when you decided to show up here. We're stronger than you, and all you could find was one pitiful human? How far the snow has fallen." She laughed before fixing Keiran with a dark glare. "Make no mistake, High Prince," she spat the words, "we will come for you. And when we do, you and your little human will die, and we will rule the skies." In a burst of flame, she disappeared, but not before another cackle echoed on the area. Once she was gone, Keiran dropped to one knee, expelling a puff of freezing air from his lips. How could he defend his only hope when only fabricating a shield reduced him to this?