06-19-2018, 09:07 PM
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Every muscle in her body tensed, black hair flying around her as she whirled on a heel to nimbly dodge the arrow. She expected it to hit her somewhere - perhaps graze her hip and send her momentarily reeling as she adjusted to the pain. She was okay with that. Pain made her feel alive and sometimes, a creature as terrible as Amren Archeron needed to be humbled. She expected the sword too, expected it to impact her somehow, someway. She had never been afraid of injury, of agony. No, she relished in the chaos of it: it fueled her. But before any of that could happen, before her tiny figure could be harmed in any way, Cain was tugging on her wrist. She felt the arrow move past her, catching on her exposed hip (because of course she would wear a crop top to a raid. Just because there was fighting didn't mean that she was suddenly going to change her wardrobe). Blood appeared rather quickly, staining her gray attire crimson. She only blinked idly at it, too aware of Cain's touch and the fact that he was calling her 'Reni'. She swore that she lost ten years of her life every time he used that wretched nickname.
He was smart to remove his hand when he did, the flames once more igniting in her palms and causing her skin to heat up substantially. If they were in the privacy of the Blackfall docks, maybe she might have burnt him in that wickedly playful manner of hers but here, surrounded by enemies, she could only think to use her powers against them. [b][color=#414a4c]"Fine," She practically hissed, her eyes narrowing, [color=#414a4c]"But the girl is mine." Mare. The one with the arrows. She fixated her attention wholly on her, the flames at her disposal rising and rising until they danced in the smoky silver of her eyes. In typical Amren fashion, she cackled before attempting to increase the temperature of the air around Mare. While she'd love to get to the point and simply try and kill the girl, there was something mildly entertaining in putting on a show first. [color=#414a4c]"Pesky girls with pesky arrows are handled accordingly. It isn't so nice being on the receiving end now is it?"
I'M A [color=#414a4c]CUT THROAT QUEEN
I MAKE THE [color=#414a4c]RULES; I DO AS I [color=#414a4c]PLEASE