[h2][color=Salmon]Mar[/color][/h2]

The task was almost done, Mar thought bitterly. Her eyes stared at her hands, covered in various wounds and splinters, still lightly bled in her efforts to tearing wood once nailed down. It had taken a long time to find, pull and tear apart the various broken furniture and floor board to add into the dead's pile. She needed the kindling to help feed the oil and keep it going, allowing it to become hot enough to turn the bodies into ashes. Most of it was from the ghost village, making the pile higher now. It would've went faster had Coco helped but she refused, for personal reasons, instead allowing Mar to work alone. 

Now came the exhausting work. Sweat and blood weren't strangers to her, though the manual work done by farmers was clearly not something she was designed for. Her work methods clumsy and crude in nature. First Mar began to flattening and dig any large plants within a three foot radius around the burn area, slowly at first. Whatever she couldn't pull up she covered over with dirt, filling the air with the rich, thick earthy scent. It mingled in and out of the  corpses' rotting smell, the pile left to linger, drifting the graveyard stank through out the camp. Occasionally her eyes flickered over to the pile. She caught glimpses of the male and female bodies, ranging from child to adult size, all left covered in the lamp oil thanks to Grey. She kept her tongue firmly in as she set about her task to keep the plant ‘massacre’ short and painless. Using her tail to sweep and dig up much the earth below it, her job was nearly complete the moment she heard Althalus call out. 

Mar’s head jerked to the three males’ direction, her body positioned near the body pile, when someone stumbled out of the forest. A wood elf, dressed in ragged and tattered garments, her head bound in bloody bandages, appeared. At Althalus’ warning, the woman let out a disturbing, blood curdling laughter. It made every instinct in Mar’s body flare into alert while her head turned to locate her scythe. During her task, she had laid down the scythe after cutting much of the grass low and now was unarmed. That was dangerous in her mind, her spirit rapidly trying to mend her error. 

Too late. 

Red flashed at her vision side causing Mar to react to protect herself, her arms jerked up. Her head lowered when the flames roared up suddenly in the pile beside her. Heat washed over her skin and pain seared into her brain, the edges brushing closer than comfortable for her, causing minor burns. Impulsively she twisted her back to shield her face from being burnt off. It was minor compared to her prior wounds but no less pleasant. Another blast and more red, her tail coiled back. She felt her torso jerked away from the crackling fire, her arms lowered on hearing a male's voice ring out.  Her hardened eyes easily spotting the source. 

"Whores of the Eanian Empire! Prepare to defend yourself! The flames of justice come for you." A human male stared, his eyes and mouth flickered with fire at each word. 

Taking a moment to survey her damage, Mar's eyes dropped to see her forearms. The flesh was dark pink and hot, the affliction caused by the fire had dulled to a tolerable ache, as she let out a loud warning hiss. Fangs ejected and tail pushes underneath her, raising her a good foot or more higher than before. Her mind noted the intensity of the fire. How quickly it was now turning the corpses into ashes, unusual for a normal fire, which it would’ve taken minutes or days to do. 

[color=Salmon]“Who...are you?”[/color] While Mar asked, her tail reached subtly for her scythe just a foot from her.