[center][h2][color=a0410d]Sam Cross[/color][/h2][/center]

Sam had never sprinted with such desperate panic. The woman had never been good at sports, but, Jesus! When you got some adrenaline pumping in you, you could find yourself doing some pretty miraculous things. The fire coated woman cleared the space in not even two seconds, the lack of air from the fire around her making no effect on her. The building crackled and moaned, seconds from giving out when Vicki's fist became enveloped in a hextech weapon glove and punched through the wall. Sam lunged toward the opening, almost flying through the air for a few seconds before crashing shoulder first into the ground. The reduced, pained, ball of flame groaned as she pushed herself up, looking around. The building had come crashing to the ground and Vicki was already up on her feet, asking if she was ready to do something. The dust covered dragon lady looked up at the strong, beautiful woman standing above her and blinked. She nodded, a wicked smile coming to her face, "[color=a0410d]Hell, yeah![/color]" 

Vicki took off in the direction of the Sion which she had thought had been coming straight at them. The hot boxeress punched the hulking man straight in the jaw and Sam was very impressed, a smile stretching across her face. As she looked around her it looked like each of the enemies were well taken care of already. Sion was being teamed up by Clarice, Liam, and now Vicki. Graves was being confronted by both Artemis and a newcomer who was already making his attack. Thresh was being double teamed by Moritz and Raze. Finally, Urgot was suffering from some swirly purple stuff while being pummeled by a struggling man who seemed to be the embodiment of Yorick (telling from the ghoul he casted). However, though he had managed to wrestle an advantage, the ghoul caster made a limping run toward Claire. Claire seemed to be looking to cast a Glacial Storm and the man wanted to stop it. Sam, comfortable in her flames felt no cold and knew no threat from this. So long as she could keep her flames up to resist the cold, she was practically unaffected. The man's efforts, however, left Urgot all alone, still unfinished. 

The woman, scales glinting sharply, strode over to the Urgot who was just getting over the horrific visions he was experiencing. Cockily she summoned a fireball in her hand and looked over to the sad disgusting creature. "[color=a0410d]You know, you look both beat up and disgusting. Maybe you should leave before I burn you and make you look even worse.[/color]" She said, both giving him a chance to leave with his life and giving him a well earned threat.

[center][@Leolycan][@TheWinchester4][/center]