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

Sam controlled her still new sense of Demacian pride and rolled her eyes at the robot crab. She wasn't too insulted by what he said, but then that got her thinking. This 'Urgot', as well as the other enemies, were so very embracing of their new character identity, even down to allegiances. These rivals, who had just found this purpose maybe three days ago, were now willing to die for their fictional ties. The woman hadn't noticed how weird these actions were until now. Samantha, herself being very loosely committed to obligations, could not understand why this other person could be so motivated to something so new. The Urgot hadn't worked to attack her yet. Maybe mercy was still possible! She was hotheaded after all, but she wasn't that aggressive. "[color=a0410d]What? You think that was going to hurt my feelings?[/color]" The draconic woman scoffed, though it was tinged with a growl. "[color=a0410d]You're not Urgot, dude. Okay? What -- this happened maybe, two or three days ago? There's no reason for you to have to get hurt for this.[/color]" She paused. "[color=a0410d]My name is Sam, not Shyvanna, Sam. What's your name?[/color]" She challenged.

Just as she established her name, she heard a chorus of 3 voices ask for her as, 'Shyvanna'. Her head moved towards the source, expecting more than just one person, but her eyes falling only on Yorick. He started to issue orders to her, following the worst logic ever. He reasoned that, since the enemies wanted to kill them, that they should at least work to make casualties on their side. Didn't that just make them as bad as the enemies? "[color=a0410d]Hey, man, I'm fine with roughing these guys up a little, but I'm no killer.[/color]" She looked at the man now in disbelieve, but he went straight into the action after adding that Anivia -- Claire, would help. They both generated walls, trapping the Urgot and Sam in together, like a makeshift arena. At first the blizzard came as a mild twist in the wind, until it got stronger and flakes began to flurry, limiting visibility. Sam wasn't effected, though. Her fire escalated to compensate, changing the snow right to mist as it brushed against her. 

The draconic roar of flame took tentative steps through the storm toward the other being in their cage. She was reluctant, and wasn't about to attack until the other did first. Otherwise, perhaps he could change heart. Maybe he could join them or at least desire peace and offer answers. She wasn't about to hope too much. No, in all reality she was just as ready to strike as she was to keep neutral. She was ready for anything that came through the blizzard from Urgot.

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