Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-27550231-20161017171001

"Venice stay." I jump off my mount and wrap her reigns on a branch and make my way down the side of the hill. So much life lost in an instant, such power should not be wielded by anyone, let alone by an enemy of humanity. In mere moments I've made my way down the hill and roll to a stop, my hands clasp together as if I were holding a flintlock and soon crackle and glow with immense heat. Flames seep from my gauntlets and lick at the air around me rapidly warming it beyond tolerable levels. The soft dirt under me quickly dries and cracks, small pebbles are drawn to me and a small vortex of dust forms.

The heavily compressed fireball is affecting the gravity around me but that's expected when you hold a mini sun in your hands. My thumbs form a v aperture as I aim at the vampire. "May you're thirst for retribution never be quenched, may the blood on your sword never dry, and may we never need you again."

My thumbs move down and with them a compressed beam of heat and fire is projected from the "barrel" of my "hand gun". The beam flies straight and true creating a trail of steam as it vaporizes the air around it.