Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28840227-20160812191420/@comment-24934423-20160929002817

(Sorry for the wait, stepmother tore a shoulder muscle and may need a nerve block.)

Tarvi lept from the ground, enveloping Luke in her embrace as she glared daggers at her potential rival. The raging bonfire behind her roared angrily enough to set off the gym's smoke alarms and sprinklers.

As people rushed out of the establishment, Erva didn't budge from her position. Unfazed by the water being sprayed everywhere or even passion-incarnite, she smirked at Luke's response. "It's still a bit too early to do that, though. Still a bit too weak. Once ya can properly defend yerself, I'll ask ya properly."

Despite the sprinklers trying to douse the Salamander's flames, Luke was perfectly dry. Well, except from her love juices dripping onto his left leg, but aside from that, her fire was evaporating whatever water came their way.