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They skip across your glowing hands like sparks off a campfire–their warm, crimson hue almost comforting as you stare mesmerized by their dance.
The eerie light they give off should hurt–your eyes should be stinging… but as the flames scurry to your fingertips, all you can do is smile and bask in the warmth they impart… and the <span class="mu-s">PAIN</span> they’ll bring to your enemies!
One of the Makkar you launched comes back, this time spinning through the air based on the whining. Coating you in a thin shower of blood as it goes, you hear its lower half impact somewhere to your left. Guess Volka’s keeping busy.
The beak beast’s compadre, however, would rather try his luck on you! Racing across the mud with a menacing shriek, the monster’s feet betray their owner when you hear them leave the ground! With a flick of your fingers, you send a fireball the size of your fist sailing towards the beakwolf and give a grim cheer as your assailant’s body erupts in a blinding conflagration!
The monster tumbles to the mud crackling like a marshmallow that fell into the flames. Whether it’s the sight of their friend sizzling or just the sight of the roaring red flames amidst the yawning darkness, the remaining pack members scamper off into the dark yelping like puppies!
It’s only after you make your way over to the impromptu bonfire that you realize you haven’t breathed. Gasping for breath, you drop to your knees as you watch the flames slowly die out…
Only the sound of creaking armor breaks you out of your trance.
“Mitaar, Anton…” Sputters Volka, her yellow eyes still wide from the spectacle that just unfolded, “I’m so sorry… I-I mean, that was AMAZING… I mean, are you oka…wh-what the <span class="mu-i">HELLS</span> was <span class="mu-s">THAT?!?</span>”
Dropping to her knees next to you, the Skog’s eyes slowly shift from the dying embers of your BeakBQ over to the glowing red outline around your hands.
“That,” you pant, “Was the color <span class="mu-r">RED</span>....”
Volka blinks her saucer eyes in recognition.
“... interesting claws ya’ got there, Rook…”
Bringing them closer to your muddy face, all you can do is slowly nod in response as the red fades away. No kidding…
>CONTD.
