Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-28358106-20171009113217

(S9/T) Tirush looks at Alice incredulously, doing her best to hide her scorn. She raises a clawed hand, holding up the knife-like talons capable of rending steel like paper.

"I am of the last of the Kend'ök, my hands alone are the equal of a thousand thousand. Do they look less than lethal to you?"

She huffs and stands up straight, her expression easing somewhat. "I forgive your unknowing. There are no better than I, and yes, they are lethal.  But, my yol tiïnvaak may make them less so.  The fire obeys me, and I may make it burn with the passion of the Demon Queen.  It is like so..."

She holds her hand up and appears to spit on it, but instead of saliva, a burst of almost violet flame engulfs it, little gobbets of the DE-soaked flame spattering and falling to the table and ground. She holds up her flaming hand and extends a claw.

"Must I cut you to prove its worthiness? Or is it now that you believe me?"