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

"[color=a0410d]You really don't know a single fucking thing about me, do you?[/color]" She flared, not taking any break to process his words. "[color=a0410d]Almost everything you just said is not true.[/color]" Her head cocked, her anger rising at the blatant ignorant judgement of the man before her. "[color=a0410d]You stand on your high horse spouting things that you think are true, saying again and again this chant of 'I've had to face people like you before'.[/color]" She even went to the extent of mocking his voice as she repeated his words and then raged again. "[color=a0410d]Who the fuck are you talking about? Oh yeah, not me.[/color]" She quickly pulled up her finger, "[color=a0410d]Get this through your thick head:[/color]" and then began jabbing him in the chest with the finger with every word of this statement. "[color=a0410d]I am my own fucking person.[/color]" She retracted this weapon, which had left 6 little black spots with tiny embers forming on his chest. She resumed. "[color=a0410d]Maybe you could have said all of that shit three years ago, but not now.[/color]" Sam said firmly, unwavering in her pride in what she had done. "[color=a0410d]I worked my ass off to pull myself out of the gutter. I went to school to become a bartender and graduated with a well earned license. Now I have a job that pays for what I need, I have an apartment that is half-decent, and I have a car that works just fine.[/color]" The sleeves of her leather jacket finally began to sprout little lightning bugs of ember that crawled along the seams, glowing brighter with every second. "[color=a0410d]I don't depend on [b]anyone[/b] anymore, you hear me?![/color]" She changed course, but didn't waiver in her ferocity. "[color=a0410d]You are so disillusioned to think that I even want all this![/color]" Sam said, raising her arms, which were sprouting small, glowing flames, to gesture to the expensive space. "[color=a0410d]Is it so hard to believe that I don't give a damn about luxury or peace or being rich or all that crap!? No, I don't have that as something I care about. I care more about living my own life instead of what fucking type of wood I should have for my fancy desk![/color]" Red with anger she began to dissolve sheer, illogical anger, now aggressively attacking ad hominem. "[color=a0410d]You just think you know everything, huh?![/color]" She pushed Liam with a small posturing push. The push was much greater than you would expect from a woman of her size, and was more comparable to being pushed back by a body builder. The heat that radiated from the fire burning from her skin was brilliant. "[color=a0410d]You think just because you worked and got a shit load of money that you are better than me?![/color]" Another push. This one stronger than the last, feeling like being hit by a two hundred pound weight. Liam being Nasus he was more apt to stand the onslaught, but it was clear that this power was great. Her entire arms had taken flame, revealing red glimmering scales underneath. "[color=a0410d][b]You are not and you never will be![/b][/color]" With this, without thought, she flung both of her arms, balled into fists straight into the man's chest. 

A burst of flame exploded and the force of the impact was comparable to being hit with a truck at a high speed. The impact, along with the fire, would have killed anyone who wasn't one of the League, and was sure to knock Liam into any wall behind him. The collision with the wall created a large crash which resonated and shook the building at least slightly. The inferno covered every inch of her skin, her eyes glowing with an appearance of molten lava and curled horns had sprouted from her scalp. In place of her clothes, now burning at her feet, much of her skin showed a metallic assortment of red scales against her grey skin. All Samantha could feel was the power of it--the immense force of the fire that she wielded. She was cataclysmic! She was a force that could reap destruction and grow more powerful from that destruction. The half-dragon could feel it; the more she let her flame spread, the more the delicious power would imbue her with strength. It was intoxicating and it was thrilling! This was what it was like to live! She knew this was getting out of control and fought instead to control it. She shut her eyes with a force and after about 5 seconds of breathing, she managed to reduce the fire to only her arms, but it had been difficult. She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing her rage completely out control, but enacting restraint had made her more exhausted. Oddly enough, though Sam was none the wiser, it was like it had depleted her prana just to control any action that she was doing than to actually create the ability. It was by her own strength of will that she wasn't burning the room, but only at her scaled arms. With her teeth gritted and spoke, her eyes fixed to the man she had attacked. "[color=a0410d][i]Tell me you were wrong about me.[/i][/color]" She struggled to take deep breaths, molten lava dripping in slow streams from her eyes. It was so hard to stay controlled, her voice cried out sharply. "[color=a0410d][i]Tell me now![/i][/color]"

[center][@Eklispe][@Leolycan] (Also, basically anyone in the building who might hear or feel the ruckus.)[/center]