As if a gun only James and Ishtar could hear went off, the two moved at the same time. James conjured another ball of blue fire in his palm and struck out in the direction of the goddess, who moved in a flash, lunging toward the young man. The fireball James produced this time was far greater than his last, however, and the goddess wasn't able to shrug it off. A spiraling firestorm of blue flames exploded before Ishtar, and she was forced to dive out of the way with magically-enhanced speed. Righting herself quickly, she snuffed out the flames that had caught on the train of her long white dress. She stretched out her hand and issued forth a blast of frigid wind that sent many of the artifacts in the museum flying. Large pots flew off their plinths and smashed against the walls. Tall glass displays containing priceless jewelry fell and shattered. James shielded himself as well as he could against the conjured blizzard, but he was pushed back toward the wall behind him. He channeled his power through his body as though he was about to create another ball of fire, using the heat from his magic to stave off the unbearable cold that threatened to overtake him. Ashley, Jess, and Mark backed away from the elemental battled that raged before them, taking cover from Ishtar's magic behind a large pillar. They watched James with concern as he braced himself against the icy onslaught. By the time the goddess ended her attack and dropped her hand, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath, it seemed likely that James would be frozen solid. But he wasn't. James stood there with his arms european crossed in front of him, braced against Ishtar's cold wind. When her magic had passed, he lowered his arms and brushed a bit of frost off his clothes and out of his hair, otherwise unfazed by the blizzard that had destroyed much of the gallery. Ishtar, who was furious at the human's casual response to her powerful magic, made to charge again. She took one step and immediately froze, looking down in surprise as her movement was stopped. The marble floor beneath her had turned to sand – a deep pit of sand that was restricting her movement. She looked up and saw James had raised both hands before him, channeling magic through him and through the earth. He clenched his fists and jerked his hands down as though it was he – and not the sand – who had the goddess in his clutches. The sand instantly began to compact around the goddess' feet, pulling her deeper into the pit at the same time. Ishtar fought for a moment, trying to force teacher her way out with raw strength, but James' grip was too tight. She glared spitefully at the man as the sand swallowed her up to her narrow waist. Then, she spread her vast angelic wings out behind her and brought desi them down hard. The wind pressure was incredible; if there were any parts of the exhibit left standing or undamaged by that point, they room were now blown away by the powerful winds. It was like being trapped in a room with a hurricane; James and his friends were forced against the walls, where they raised their arms to protect their eyes from the stinging sand being thrown around by the gale. Ishtar flew straight up, having freed herself from James' sand trap with a single beat of her wings. But James wasn't finished. He raised both arms again, pointing his open palms at the goddess who hovered overhead. Focusing his energy again and transforming it into heat, he released his magic through his hands and shot great jets of white-hot fire at the winged woman. Ishtar raised one of her own slender hands in defense, erecting a barrier between her and the blaze. James continued his assault all the same, throwing flames at the goddess in an attempt to break through her shield. For a long time they both held strong, neither willing to let up. The temperature of the room rose rapidly, leaving Jess, Mark, and Ashley sweating where they hid in the corner. The magical barrier surrounding Ishtar's idol shimmered as flames rained down on it from above, and inside it, another small piece of bronze chipped away. At last, the heated standoff ended when Ishtar screamed in anger and pain – her shield had given way and James' flames had begun to burn her. She flapped her wings powerfully, blowing away the gouts of fire that threatened her fucked and rising up higher. Holding her burned hand and scowling, she fixed James with a menacing look. The ugly burn that marred her perfect skin immediately began to heal itself, and in a matter of seconds any trace of damage had been erased. James knew now, though, that indian he could hurt the goddess – and if he could hurt her, then he could kill her. 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