Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171213175907

(S9/Sorsha) Tirush's keen eyes spot her teammate making her desperate run as she is cut off from everybody else and trying not to be overtaken.

She shifts her sight to the pursuing Blues. Though she could easily move on, her instincts swell inside her, her muscles tensing of their own accord as the one who is on her team is in visible danger. Too long she has been in this contest and had little to show for it. She wants to hunt. She needs to hunt.

Her pupils become slits, her legs draw up tight. Her feet open like a pair of jaws, dagger-like talons poised. She shifts slightly, drawing to her left, aligning herself. She tilts forward, tucks her wings slightly, them pumps once, sending her shooting forward and down at an angle with silent, blurring speed.

Sorsha is the only one who sees her. As the White Knight turns she sees Tirush's rapid, silent drop. Then everything behind her becomes a wall of roaring, deafening fire.

The jets of Tirush's DE tinted fire rake the group of pursuers. She banks slightly as she fires, deliberately missing a small few of the Blues but hemming them in with the resulting tower of flame that erupts in front of them. They are forced to stop quickly, one of them not stopping fast enough and covering her face as she screams in ecstacy, falling to the ground.

The two that remain, a Minotaur and a Lamia, look around in a panic as they see their teammates immolated all around them, falling to the ground and passing out in bliss.

Sorsha can see Tirush lift up, her wings pumping  as she begins to circle, herdominance call echoing as she breathes flames into the sky. She turns and prepares for another run...