COURTESY CALL | CAPTURE THE FLAG / RAID

[Amren]

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Cain's leave was all it took for the embers that Amren had been entertaining in her palms to ignite into flames. She would scan the enemy boredly, looking for any semblance of a suitable opponent before her attention was piqued by Frederick. That wicked grin did not falter even as he lunged for her leader and, without missing a beat, she sped forward and attempted to intercept or at least distract him while also trying to burn him with the fire she generated. [b][color=#414a4c]"Cain's mine you devilish boy. Don't you dare even think about putting a hand on him or I will burn you with the very flames of the hell I came from," she would hiss if successful, dancing backwards on light feet as if anticipating a swing from that pretty sword of his.

How she'd like to add it to her collection of shiny objects.

How she'd like to stain it with its owner's blood.

A cold, uncaring laugh dripped from her red-painted lips then, her silver eyes gleaming with a sort of chaotic blood-lust that she had suppressed for so long now. She had at least been mindful of her fellow Blackfallen in the docks, keeping her abilities and her tempers to herself. Here... well, she had free reign to do whatever she pleased and she intended to. [color=#414a4c]"Now... what shall go up in flames first?"