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A hand on a sword and a hand aflame.

A hand on an axe and an arm wreath in searing flames.

"Oh, hey, another fire caster". An elemental steps out of the axeman's clenching palm, dressed in short top and pants, casually stretching. Her eyes wince at the wanderer "But this one doesn't have a sister. Ohh, oh, oh..."

The crimson woman swathes a crescent of fire straight at the man, forcing him to a defensive post "Ohh, I have the perfect woman to compliment this lacking fire quivering at your fingertips!" She turns to her convenanter, the latter, poised for combat "Hey, hon', remember my late relative? She's still searching for convenanter. How 'bout we wrap this one up for her birthday?"

The man with the axe nods as she re-enters his flaming arm, the fire taking on a pitch blood tide at its color, ready to be flaunted against the wanderer.