Originally Posted by
The Mad Hatter
Another tavern-goer rises up to the occasion, downing a frothing mug of Trogbreu before drawing a sword at her side. The woman is tall and quite well-built for an elf, with chestnut colored hair set back in a tight ponytail. Scars dance along her rugged flesh, curling around an angular chin and prominent cheekbones. A suit of leather armor obscures much of her body save for her shockingly muscular arms, which are exposed at the elbow. A thin metal breastplate offers additional protection, and a pair of thick trousers descend into tall, fur-lined boots. A cloak falls from her shoulders.
She glances back towards Pania and Cleo before scoffing. "Well, what are you fools waiting for?!" With a confident laugh, she rushes out towards the tavern's exit, leaping through a window and rolling into a dead sprint towards the pyrokinetic laying siege to the bar.
As she draws closer, she raises her sword up into the air! Runes along the sides glow proudly as she shouts out, "By the Goddess, I strike you down!"
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The blade is lowered with great speed, but not fast enough. With a savage growl, the pyrokinetic clenches both of his bandage-covered hands into fists, causing a globe of superheated air to burst out from him. The air blinds the elven warrior, burning at her skin and licking away patches of flesh. She screams, and her sword clatters at her side.
Capitalizing upon her mistake, the pyrokinetic grabs at her face, ramming superheated thumbs into exposed eye-sockets. In seconds, the elf's head is melted away entirely, flesh and bone dripping down onto the pavement.