[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Ul0C9cZ.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent]Perhaps some need to prove her worth to both her aloof husband, and further perhaps to her father, Lahamu darts from Iddin's side, her hands flurry out from the confines of her thin robes, tracing scorching patterns and divine utterances as she does. Before the brush for which the spearman stands she bellows out a cry, a ray of blistering flame sears through the earth, going wide past the first, but crisping the rebel beyond.[/indent][/indent]
[center][sup]LAHAMU moves to 17-36 and casts SCORCH, missing KASSITE REBEL #1[/sup][/center]
[indent][indent]Standing unfazed by the gouts of fire from the mercenary, the Kassite sucks at his teeth before her. "Hey girlie, that nearly burned my lucky shirt. . !" [/indent][/indent]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Ul0C9cZ.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent]LAHAMU: "Shit!" Was all she could muster, the failure of her spell right beside Iddin after that proclamation flushed her face with heat.[/indent][/indent]