Castor grabbed the wolf,

parting the flames of Leo

like a sea of fire.

The pup lost his will to fight

in the heat of Leo's rage.

Archer used her bow

to hold Leo from behind,

pulling on his mane.

"Castor," she said, "move the wolf!"

A blue light surrounded him.

Archer watched Castor

pass through the floor like lightning,

down to the third deck.

Then, she pulled on Leo's fire:

grasping it with her bare hands.

♍

To be continued!

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