[Hatter Encounter]
Quote Originally Posted by The Mad Hatter View Post
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.
Quote Originally Posted by Meowmai View Post
Well, as the elf warrior quite gruesomely demonstrated, that was exactly what Pania was waiting for. She was angry, really angry, but not blinded by it as of the moment. Rushing out was just clearly an act of suicide.

A swirling mist of sea-green psionic energy was gathering around Pania now, swirling in unpredictable patters with her at the centre, eyes aglow. That anger threatened to overflow but she pulled it back in, and this when she let it out again it was directed. Her hands came together and her arms pushed outwards, sending a projectile of concentrated force flying through the air out the door towards the fiery figure. Let's see how well he could take (or dodge) a hit.
Waiting for an opportunity to not get horribly burned, of course.
Dead so quickly. What a terrible shame. Poor stupid elf.

Most things could be burned up by him before they get close.
Magic sources the heat, so normal firefighting will be useless, although covering him in water could still be effective.
And we don't want to interfere with Pania's attacks.

Cleo twirls her fingers and is suddenly holding a heavy needle, the tip shining green for a moment as she throws it at the pyromancer. Should it prick someone, it'll start turning them to stone. A little bit. Not enough to make a whole human into a statue, but you might lose a hand or have your skin too stiff to move easily.
Then she takes a few quick steps away form the psionic. Spread out. More targets.