Maeve had never considered herself a squeamish woman, but in all of five minutes, she had catalogued a considerable list of things she would puke about at a later time. Her gaze was deliberately on the house and away from whatever Silvarae's body looked like drained of blood, but she still had a good idea of what her night was shaping into: She'd have a nice blanket, a trash bin, and the unavoidable mental slideshow of Silvarae's transformation from woman into strawberry icepop on a late-night-infomercial loop. Would it look like spilled daiquiri mix when it melted, or more like first-floss-in-a-week spit in the sink basin? Probably, Maeve figured, it would look a whole lot like the grimy water she helped mop off of the ring floor with push brooms at the end of a long night. 

A gurgling snort came from Maeve's sinus as she hocked a ball of mucus. 

She caught what Makorai was saying and got ready to hold back the flames from where he had said- 

[b][color=#c4422b]"FUCK!"[/color][/b]

That thing was big. It was fucking big, and it was on fire, and it was closer to Oren than it should have been. The hulking, grey, glowing behemoth hit the ground with a thud, and Maeve could feel it through the soles of her shoes. Suppress the fire, Oren said, though the exact best way to do so had Maeve at a loss. She had blocked the wall of flames from the explosion, but that had all been reflex- An involuntary extension of throwing up her hands. 

She took a few running bounds, coming in a yard or so behind Oren. Maeve's hand swung out toward Oren as the creature's arm lunged, and the fire burning from the Jotun's flesh was quelled for a moment before flaring back to life. 

[b][color=#c4422b]"I don't know what I'm doing!"[/color][/b] she yelled at Oren, but mostly herself. Her palms swept forward again, this time both at once as if trying very hard to hold a door shut. The flames grew brighter, but their range became less, clinging closer to their source. Her control flicked in and out; the fire was squirmy, like a cat that did not want to be held.

[b][color=#c4422b]"I don't know how long I can do this!"[/color][/b]