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Chapter 25 by Wulfblade Wulfblade

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Tyra attempts to bash through the wall barehanded

”Sheit, ooh sheit!” Tyra cries out. There’s no way she’s gonna be able to beat the elemental, especially without a weapon - she’ll probably get burned through mere proximity - so her only option is to find a way to escape the chamber. She spins around and leaps towards the barrier. Tyra can see Diana bashing at the barrier from the other end, and she joins from her side, slamming it with her fists and bashing her shoulder into it, but all with no effect. The barrier is cold to the touch, like it's made of ice, but they're unable to break the surface.

Tyra can hear the elemental approaching her from behind. She turns around, and holds her arms up to shield herself as the fire elemental whelms her, practically subsuming her into its body as it moves over her, passing through her space and continuing towards the wall of ice.

Strangely, Tyra does not feel the burning heat singe her skin. She feels little more than a pleasant warmth on her skin, even as the bright flames momentarily blind her view. As the elemental passes though, the flames tear into the upper layers of her clothing. Her armor is superheated and sloughs off her body, even as the buckles keeping the plate in place get incinerated, and the leather curls up and scatters into soot and ash. Finally, the gambeson and shirt beneath her armor simply crumble around her into pieces of fragile charred material, scattering into the air and onto the floor to mingle with the other burnt materials lying here

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The elemental passes her, leaving her in a state of severe undress. It continues on and rushes into the barrier, which explodes into steam. He wall was made of thick ice, and as the fire elemental destroys the barrier, it itself is also doused by the shower of liquid and it instantly dissipates and vanishes into smoke.

Tyra finds herself still alive, covered in smudges of soot but unharmed, but yells out in surprise and embarrassment as she’s now clad solely in her frilly underwear - everything else having been burnt away - clasping her exposed stomach with her arms.

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