sweating bullets | TAKEOVER

[ninazu]

The serval calmly walked into the chaotic scene, her ears twitching and slitted eyes narrowed. She disliked the place already; the cold environment stung her skin and made her muscles ache - her species adapted for the sweltering heat of the desert, not this frozen version of hell. Her muscled quivered, shivering as she set her leather bag on the ground; she idly swore to herself that she knew she needed to bring something else, but it was far too late to turn back and grab a simple comfort like a scarf.

With a growl in her throat, she twitched her toes and summoned three crackling flames to hover around body. The ethereal fire flickered, darting around her body with almost wills of their own. She sneered at the Snowbounders, finding them pathetic - they talked smack about resisting, but plenty of them just stood frozen or tried to flee. She couldn't imagine their lives holding any weight of importance; spineless cowards never made history, they only sucked energy away from their betters.

With the glow of flames casting light and shadow on herself, she took a deep breath of the cold air and let herself focus. Electrical sparks popped out intermittently from her paws, just before she attempted to send an arch of lighting towards [member=1787]WENDELL[/member] the one fleeing the scene. She hoped that her lightning might prove fast enough to strike the bloody coward down.

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