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The swaggering man noted how he liked his woman feisty. Disgusting. The fact that her personality was being made comparable to almost a flavor of food really ticked her off. The way he said it was just like him saying that he liked his steak spicy or mild or vesty. [i]What a prick,[/i] she thought. She gave him the bird, flickering in flames as she growled. "[color=a0410d]I think you're the one who needs to be rethinking things.[/color]"

Sam could feel herself brimming with confidence and ferocity. This emotion fueled the roar of searing hot flame around her as well as gasoline. The draconic woman only barely perceived the civilians who shied away in terror at her inferno, some taking shots on their phones as they did so. The crack of the roof above her in response to the flame was worrisome, but she wasn't really one to care about consequences. She was in this moment. Right here. Right now. Clarice hadn't given the same courtesy as Sam had, and neither did Raze. They immediately went for the kill. The punk girl opened her mouth slightly to protest, but sound never came. For a moment her eyes softened and went wide at the sudden and merciless assault. She had at least wanted to give the man a chance. Honestly, it was overkill with how outnumbered he was. He was at the wrong place and the wrong time and now he was certainly going to be obliterated for it. 

Thus, the woman stood back as the others took the lead. Clarice ended up getting engulfed in smoke and suddenly Raze was stolen away by a jade hook that had gruesomely found purchase in his shoulder. The flaming woman rushed to the window to see what was responsible and her eyes found a cast of new found enemies. [i]Oh, so he did have back up,[/i] she thought. The second thing she noticed was the goliath starting its charge. It was bulky and slow at first, but exponentially built up speed. Sam cursed as the flaming train of a man began to barrel toward the cafe. In the five or so seconds she had before the impact her head spun around back to Vicki who was still sitting at the table. [b]They had to get out of there![/b] Sam, a figure of fleeing flames, ran back in the direction of the boxer. "[color=a0410d]Vicki! Quick! Punch a way out![/color]" Sprinting like a mad woman, she hoped that Vicki would do as she said in time. If not, they were going to be rammed by the force of a biplane crash landing. 



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(Note: Sam didn't wait in time to see Clarice moving in to stop Sion or anything like that.)

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