[center][h1][color=orangered][u]R e d s k y[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]  • Tʜᴇ Dᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴ • [/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
Fighting in tight hallways wasn't exactly an easy task but Sky managed alright. Fire flowed like water around them, swirling in a hot storm. Despite its caster being somewhat lacking in the mental department, the flames adapted quickly to the fighters, cautious not to touch them. The tempest Sky brewed gathered at their feet and flowed upwards with her commands. 

Describing the process of creating fire was one she could never quite illustrate but it was like the entire world was her canvas and fire was her paint. Too much in one spot created a mess, too little in another created an imperfection and the fire flew from her control. So while her comrades sweated their way through the killing of the ambushing ogres, Sky painted. Hands drifted, fingers danced and her mind pondered whether goblins were edible or not. She eventually decided that creatures that hid in caves for most of their lives in their own filth would not be a fine snack. 

Her body moved of its own accord, dancing between heavy ogre bludgeons and around arrows and despite laughing through most of it, not everything was sunshine and rainbows. It was only when the mobs were dead and her storm had calmed that she noticed a goblin arrow protruding from her right thigh. The heat of her skin had burned off the tail feathers but the head was very much embedded. [color=orangered]"Well slap my ass and call me sally, the bastards actually got me."[/color] With shaky hands, she removed her hat and silently placed it into her mouth before biting down into the thick material. Reaching down, her hand settled onto the arrow and yanked it out with a fair amount of muted cursing. Fire rippled dangerously away from her and her hair glowed red hot as her hands heated to a white hot heat so as to cauterize the wound. The touch of heat felt a great deal better and she settled back into the wall.

Popping her hat back on she examined the wound. It would leave a nasty scar but Sky was in no way concerned by that. [color=orangered]"The fuckers cut my skirt! Do they know how much it costs to have this stitched back together!?"[/color] As a small act of revenge, she planted her foot into the side of the nearest ogre which only stubbed her big toe.

Hopping about holding her foot wasn't exactly flattering but neither was calling the ogre's mother a whore. [color=orangered]"This shit doesn't usually hurt, what's going on here?"[/color] You know things are odd when even Sky has noticed it.

That thought process lasted for a few seconds before it fizzled out into the aether and she set her eyes on the path ahead of them. [color=orangered]"Onwards! There's killing to be done!"[/color]