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[color=fdc68a][b]"Just don't try to get yourself killed!"[/b][/color] she shouted after the werebeast before complying.

The flames rose in a towering inferno. It was fortunate that she did. The fire consumed most of the bolts heading her way, Marianne's cry alerting her to the danger she couldn't see. If the flames hadn't been there she would have died. Then came the explosion.

Her ears rang. She used Brandr to help her find her feet again. The skaven swarmed and the dwarf line broke. Another hopeless situation. She was sick to death of hopeless situations. Her flames lashed out at the ratkin and Brandr's red-hot tip skewered the ones that got too close. In that she took stock and began to shout to her friends. She'd said fire was ambition right? It was time for her to try something ambitious.

[color=fdc68a][b]"Grendrick, stay with the king."[/b][/color]

She traced a flaming sigil on the ground.

[color=fdc68a][b]"Nove, Gorrmar, help fill the gaps in the line."[/b][/color]

Another.

[color=fdc68a][b]"Sylvia, Fariha, take out their archers."[/b][/color]

And another.

[color=fdc68a][b]"Marianne, I think it's time for the mantis."[/b][/color]

The final sigil in place, Ayse brought the but of her spear down on it. It shattered, sending the sigils swirling around her. Brandr approved. These new flames licked at the cloth covering her bite wound. Beneath the fabric the edges of the wound curled like flaming parchment before burning away, leaving fresh flesh and skin behind. Tendrils of flame snaked out to wash over her comrades and the dwarves, fallen or not. With a firm voice Ayse spoke aloud the spell she had writ.

[color=fdc68a][b]"Heal!"[/b][/color]