The stairs and gate had been a gamble, and it seemed not one that turned out as well as Morgan had hoped; Deimos leaped over the obstacle in one smooth motion, the sound of his paws hitting the floor audible not long after Morgan had cleared the gate herself. Still, the only way for her to win this challenge was to use her mind, rather than her legs; he was still far more powerful.
As expected he got her back; letting out a good-natured yell of defeat, she spun on her heels to watch him run away, fire magic spreading from his feet and through the road; luckily, not enough to hurt anybody, and certainly something she could manage. Chasing after him, Morgan used her water to put out individual fires as she went, the focus required admittedly making her a little slower than she would want to be.
Ahead of them was an empty street, one coincidentally devoid of footfall for the moment. Using this opportunity, she focused to draw her water magic up before Deimos in a mighty wave, several feet high, to make him pause so she could catch up.
