Fatima's brown eyes locked onto the muzzle of the Glock 20.
The distance between them was already too close.
At that range, Ezra didn't even need to make any large movement to fire.
His finger only needed to tighten.
Fatima's eyes narrowed.
Bang!
Bang!
The gunshots came from Ezra's other hand.
The Kel-Tec PMR-30 fired almost at the same time as his finger began to move against the Glock 20's trigger, the sharp reports coming from two different directions as Ezra attempted to use both handguns to trap Fatima within the small space she had left herself.
In that same moment...
Thud!
Fatima's left leg stomped against the fighting platform.
An Earth Alchemy Circle immediately formed beneath her left foot.
She didn't attempt to directly move away from the bullets.
There was simply no time.
Instead...
The ground beneath her foot suddenly shook.
Then a small section of the platform rose upward with force.
It wasn't a wall.
Nor was it a large amount of earth.
