[center][h1][color=B9C66E]Mona Windrider[/color][/h1]
[img]https://i.ibb.co/cXFZWZB/Mona.jpg[/img]

[i][color=B9C66E]Location:[/color] The Palace Courtyard - L5 to M5
[color=B9C66E]Skills:[/color] Flame Imbued Stone, Grasp[/i][/center]
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Seconds ticked on and the scene around her only grew to a more heightened, emergent frenzy.  But her eyes kept locked on the movements of the attackers of the palace.  Here.  There.  Opening.  Closed.  Mona sipped her cider again, no sense in having a dry throat just because these asshats were drying out other people's throats.  Ah.  There.  A particular vampire was near her person and she swiftly flicked the stone sphere toward him.  Unfortunately, this did not go as planned.

She must have positioned her hand incorrectly but rather than hitting the creep, it instead landed upon the food table.  In a single moment, the table and all of the delicacies that lay upon it were in raging flames.  Mona's heart fell and she wanted to cry.  All of that food.  Gone.  It was a sad day to be certain.  Rather than spend too much time on this she rounded on the vampire, more annoyed now than she had been at the beginning of this fight.

Downing the last of her cider she marched forward.  With a toss of the cup into the flames, she was upon the man who [i]dared[/i] not be currently burning.  She blamed him for this waste of food.  She reached out a slim, small hand and clasped his wrist.  He looked down at her, their eyes locked, and she used [b]Grasp[/b] to ensnare his mind.  [color=B9C66E]"It would be doin' tha right t'ing to walk inta them flames.  Be a gift ta us, it would."[/color]  When she spoke her voice had an odd inflection and undercurrent to it as the Magyk entwined itself with her speech.  The creature nodded numbly, broke from her grasp and went to lay on the burning table.  [color=B9C66E]"G'boy,"[/color] she said with satisfaction.  Her eyes now sought out her next target, a new marble in her grasp.