\\ Be warned \\
Caly's throw is beautiful, a bright flame arcing through the bar to crash into the back with a sharp shatter of shards. The fire spreads like liquid light, bathing it all in hungry gold that devours the dark wood and memories with a vengeance. Nova lets it take a good chunk before adding her own fuel to the fire, her molotov encouraging the first to burn bigger and brighter, to take not just the dark, but the light as well.
She passes her sister another, bouncing on her toes as she launches the next into the chandelier above, watching as the hand-made crystals fall like rain onto the floor below. All grins and giggles, she lets Vespy shield them, choosing to use her own magic in a offensive barrage on the bar, determined to see it wiped from existence.
Only once the last molotov has been thrown and the Hanged Man is nothing more than smoke, blinding flames, and crackling wood does she feel satisfied. She grins at her sister, clasping her hand to squeeze it tightly as they admire their work. "I like it better this way."
She passes her sister another, bouncing on her toes as she launches the next into the chandelier above, watching as the hand-made crystals fall like rain onto the floor below. All grins and giggles, she lets Vespy shield them, choosing to use her own magic in a offensive barrage on the bar, determined to see it wiped from existence.
Only once the last molotov has been thrown and the Hanged Man is nothing more than smoke, blinding flames, and crackling wood does she feel satisfied. She grins at her sister, clasping her hand to squeeze it tightly as they admire their work. "I like it better this way."
Nova
\\ I'm in a mood \\
