A/N: Yay another versus! Don't get ornery on me now xc

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Quelana sighed as she watched her reckless pupil being burnt to crisp by her newly acquired firestorm ; the lass was reckless and impatient. "Such a waste of time and effort..." she muttered.

Again she stood idly, awaiting for a man or woman of some potentials. Yet fate seemed to disagree...

The swamp started to boil all around her. She could feel immense heat beneath her bare feet. Luckily, the pyromancer stepped back just before the erupted explosion. She was astonished from the man before her...

"S-Salaman?! Impossible! I saw yo-"

"yes, yes drowning in my own flames... I will NEVER forgot the way you forsook me." by all means, he was entirely different from what he was two hundred year ago; for starters, he floated in mid air by some spell of his. He also appeared to wear robes made of scarlet flames as if he reach divinity or something and clearly he lost what sanity he had in the first place.

"Even the art of flames has it limits. You can not-"

"WRONG!" his voice made a shock wave that staggered the daughter of Izalith " Remember the last spell I worked on, mentor? I sought to merge the essence of the flames with my very soul! My 'death' was the initiation of such process! Now... now I am complete HA HA HA HA!" He hysterically laughed. Quelana had to admit: he had grown so strong... he might even match hers.

"Then why are you here? To brag about your newly spells. Have you forgotten the day when you couldn't even spew a gout of fire?"

"oh, have I? I am here to repay you with a swift death because afterwards... the world will be mine to scorch! Not even the mighty Gwyn can halt the wrath of Salaman! I AM ONE WITH THE FLAMES!" with his both hands, he channeled a great fireball and threw it at Quelana. She dodged it while throwing a ball of her own right at his grinned face. Ultimately, he fell down on the ground with half of his face molten.

"Such a disappointment. And I thought..." her voice trailed off as she witnessed his the closure of his supposed fatal wounds.

"Aaaaahh sweet Quelana. So predictable... I got more tricks down my sleeve. Why don't you just give up already?"

"Not while I am still breathing..."

"So be it."

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So Salaman survived his own doing, powerful as ever and bent on revenge against his mistress... quite crazy, no?

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