Your drained

Alisa, naked and embarrassed, scurries upstairs presumably to wash and dress. Meanwhile, The knight draws the axe from his back as his horse runs off. You let the horse go the knight is your main focus. The knight charges

"Taste my axe" the knight screams as he charges you.

You only have enough left in you for one last blast.

Ferwoosh

You breathe fire, giving your last ounce of strength, over the charging knight and melt him into his armour, the pole of his axe catches fire as he screams. The leather scabbard for the sword burns and the red-hot sword clatters to the ground. As the knight's roasted body falls and you lick your lips smelling your favourite treat; his sword still glowing is pushed to the side and into a puddle. The puddle is made from your cum, it rapidly cools the sword sending foul smelling smoke into the air and the sword shatters.