RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
07-28-2015, 09:58 PM
Savannah feels the jungle drain away, robbing her of her unnatural strength. The sword drops from her grasp, clanging against the ground. Despite that, Savannah can still feel the dregs of her strength, persisting in her muscles and leaving her questionably stronger than normal, though whether or not it's just an after effect remains to be seen.
That's when the world lights up around her, flames licking at her tattered sweater but otherwise leaving her unharmed, aside from a few singed hairs. Savannah growls, picking off a loose strand that reeks with that nasty burnt hair smell. She mutters angrily to herself even as she draws Remah's weapon from it's strange sheathe on her back, preparing to give more of these Corshar assholes the business.
"Ooh, 'not all fire consumes', hardy har har. I'm a stupid fire snake har har..." Tightening her grip on the glaive's shaft, Savannah scopes out her next target. Just a bunch of the little guys. Fine by her. This should be easy street. She springs forward, slashing at one of the Corshar with the blade of the glaive, then sweeping in the other direction with it as a follow up.
That's when the world lights up around her, flames licking at her tattered sweater but otherwise leaving her unharmed, aside from a few singed hairs. Savannah growls, picking off a loose strand that reeks with that nasty burnt hair smell. She mutters angrily to herself even as she draws Remah's weapon from it's strange sheathe on her back, preparing to give more of these Corshar assholes the business.
"Ooh, 'not all fire consumes', hardy har har. I'm a stupid fire snake har har..." Tightening her grip on the glaive's shaft, Savannah scopes out her next target. Just a bunch of the little guys. Fine by her. This should be easy street. She springs forward, slashing at one of the Corshar with the blade of the glaive, then sweeping in the other direction with it as a follow up.