they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
Okay, so perhaps fire wasn’t the best idea to start with. She realizes this as she sends her flame toward Deimos, only to have him return the favor. It comes harpooning back to her with a wide green eyed look as she has a moment of panic. An oh shit, instinctively her palms shoot out toward it and she shoots out an upgraded firework, hoping ti might attract the fire and explode somewhere around the middle of the field they stand upon.
She realizes then that she wishes she had some form of water magic, something to work toward being able to protect her and her fellow Ascendeds from flame. Perhaps it’s something she’ll consider once the time comes, if she gets stronger and better. But for now? Fire and fireworks are at her disposal, as well as the creation of blades and daggers to be concealed and tossed and thrown. But for now, she hopes to catch the fire in the middle before it hits her directly.
She realizes then that she wishes she had some form of water magic, something to work toward being able to protect her and her fellow Ascendeds from flame. Perhaps it’s something she’ll consider once the time comes, if she gets stronger and better. But for now? Fire and fireworks are at her disposal, as well as the creation of blades and daggers to be concealed and tossed and thrown. But for now, she hopes to catch the fire in the middle before it hits her directly.
REXANNA
