COURTESY CALL | CAPTURE THE FLAG / RAID

[Amren]

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[b][color=#414a4c]"So we can burn things, boy? Perfect."

A smirk came to life upon the tiny woman's face, the air around her buzzing with an unnatural heat. All fire and rage, Amren thought it was only fitting that she once more could access the ability to wield flames as easily as she breathed. In fact, it was almost convenient. Cain wanted fire and here she was. Her very skin seemed to grow warmer and warmer by the second, anticipation radiating off of her form as she stalked closer to her commander. Smoky silver eyes were lined with something dangerous, sparkling and dancing as the first flames ignited in her palms. Yes, this raw power... she missed it.

[color=#414a4c]"At your leave, boy," She said, emitting a particularly wicked laugh. She had been waiting to release her fury on someone or something. These poor royals... they didn't know what was about to hit them.