Firesong smirked as she streaked across the skies above Rhydin. The flames surrounding her glorying as they dispersed the darkness. The trail of red and yellow sparks streaming behind her mingled with droplets of blood that were steadily dripping from the injuries she had sustained in this latest encounter with the Slavers.
The night had begun simply enough with her coming to the Inn to protect her charge Icer and at last introduce her wife to the ice dragon. She had no intentions of fighting this night. The Bodyguard had learned all she needed to know to report back to her wife the night before. Then the female Kristia had entered armed to the teeth, literally, and looking to finish what had been started the night before.
She was happy to blast the female through the doors and out into the alley with balls of fire that she would follow with preternatural speed in a vortex of flames.
The two had barely gotten started this time when a crowd had gathered to watch. Fire was concentrating on her opponent but could feel the eyes directed toward her as if they expected her to take unfair advantage of this Slaver. It would seem perhaps those gathered approved of Slaving.
As though Slavers were not the ones that need be exterminated by any means possible. Fire was not the one to do the actual ?terminations? of slavers. She never had been. She specialized in assassinating cheating males for women.
She was the one that went out and determined the situation, got a feel for how they fought, and who was where when, and who they were talking to and about what. The connections they made both above and underground were sometimes difficult to determine unless you found a way in.
Firesong had always played that role although when asked she gave the same answer. She was a destroyer and a dispenser of Justice and was here for them. In this alley she took note of all the players and where they stood. How they reacted to her actions and who was standing next to who. Shamelessly she read each mind that was not shielded from her as she attempted to avoid the attacks by Kristia while delivering a couple of her own in return.
The night had begun simply enough with her coming to the Inn to protect her charge Icer and at last introduce her wife to the ice dragon. She had no intentions of fighting this night. The Bodyguard had learned all she needed to know to report back to her wife the night before. Then the female Kristia had entered armed to the teeth, literally, and looking to finish what had been started the night before.
She was happy to blast the female through the doors and out into the alley with balls of fire that she would follow with preternatural speed in a vortex of flames.
The two had barely gotten started this time when a crowd had gathered to watch. Fire was concentrating on her opponent but could feel the eyes directed toward her as if they expected her to take unfair advantage of this Slaver. It would seem perhaps those gathered approved of Slaving.
As though Slavers were not the ones that need be exterminated by any means possible. Fire was not the one to do the actual ?terminations? of slavers. She never had been. She specialized in assassinating cheating males for women.
She was the one that went out and determined the situation, got a feel for how they fought, and who was where when, and who they were talking to and about what. The connections they made both above and underground were sometimes difficult to determine unless you found a way in.
Firesong had always played that role although when asked she gave the same answer. She was a destroyer and a dispenser of Justice and was here for them. In this alley she took note of all the players and where they stood. How they reacted to her actions and who was standing next to who. Shamelessly she read each mind that was not shielded from her as she attempted to avoid the attacks by Kristia while delivering a couple of her own in return.