Think. Think, I scolded myself. Now the flower was spitting at me, but I had no interest in wasting time feeling insulted by a plant. Ares was still lying motionless on the ground, and I had no idea how to help him. How could I be so powerless against a little flower, I despaired, but bemoaning my uselessness wasn’t going to get me anywhere.
Think. Think.
I had no way of combating magic, but surely a moly was still just a plant at its core. Yes, I knew it wasn’t exactly the same as a garden variety rose or buttercup, but it was still a plant. Fire, I thought immediately. Though it made me feel a little queasy to burn something that clearly exhibited signs of intelligence, this was a matter of life and death.
Ares had said it earlier, after all, that the moly killed with fear. No matter
