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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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"[color=ffe63d]You're damn [i]right[/i] she exploded![/color]"

There was no better word for Quinnlash's voice than [i]crowing,[/i] and a massive smile cracked across her face. Without any apparent effort, she hefted the massive metal bulk of Undying Light off the stone of the keep and back onto her shoulder, letting it rest there instead of throwing it back into the sling, carrying it like a particularly massive greatsword. Absent of any soul flames within it, it sat still and quiet, the blazing heat that so often suffused it replaced with the ubiquitous chill of Uhladein. 

Then she ambled over to where the other Hunters were gathered. Her eye flickered and flashed like an ember itself as most of the torn-away fragments of her soul mended themselves one after another, and she couldn't help but let out a quiet relieved sigh. There was no way to properly explain what it was like having your soul fragmented. Which also meant there was no way to explain how good it felt when it reformed (at least as far as anything could really feel good at all). Which, of course, she needed to follow up with, 

"[color=ffe63d]And that means she died first this time! 'Bout time she got what she fuckin' deserved![/color]" A few more moments, and she skidded to a stop at the gathering point. And the first thing she did upon arrival was...

...To snap out a fist quick as a blink and clock Fianna right in the jaw. [i]Hard.[/i] There were twin [i]violent[/i] cracking sounds of bones splintering under an impact: one from Fianna's face where there was now a noticeable crater, and one from Quinnlash's own hand, which she shook out as the light of her embersoul gleamed over it and shoved the blood and bone of the multiple compound fractures back under the skin. The other Midnosian Hunter, on the other hand, went down like a ton of bricks. She hit the ground like a rock and didn't get up again. There was a faint, almost musical tinkling as half a dozen teeth knocked free from her face bounced to the stones.

"[color=ffe63d]Don't think I didn't fucking notice what you called me up on the wall, Freakshow![/color]" She spat violently on the flagstones in the general direction of the crumpled form of the Hunter in question, saliva still stained blackish. The taste of blood, ash and charcoal in her mouth was the strongest thing she'd tasted in a long time. "[color=ffe63d]You know [i]damn[/i] well what my name is![/color]" 

That done, she turned her attention away from the momentarily immobile ghost-pale figure, snapping her attention to the other three. Her eye roved over them quickly: the Prentisian ice queen, the crazy pink girl who'd jumped in front of a fucking ogre strike—[i]seriously, what?[/i]—and then of course, the melter. Who, out of everyone, Quinnlash finally saw fit to talk to. She couldn't help it, really. Just the presence of a melter usually presaged their inevitable burnout and ashing. And yet somehow this one had not only survived, but seemed to have come out of it mostly okay. [i][color=ffe63d]In no small part thanks to me, of course.[/color][/i] She wasn't really sure how it'd happened. But it was kind of neat that it had. 

"[color=ffe63d]Goddamn, melter, but you showed some fuckin' [i]mettle[/i] out there, didn't ya?[/color]" She reached out the still slightly broken hand and punched the girl on the shoulder. Gently, this time. Or. Well, [i]gentler[/i], at least, than what she'd done to Fianna. Decidedly [i]not[/i] gentle. "[color=ffe63d]Figured you'd be a fine pile of soot on the ground right about now. Good shit.[/color]" 

She pulled back slightly from the melter to address all the Hunters as a collective, as Fianna started to lurch upright in that creepy fucking way she always did``. "[color=ffe63d]Name's Quinnlash Loughvein, coming out of Midnos. Stay outta my way, don't fuck up, and we won't have any trouble, got it?[/color]" She turned to the pink haired hunter, smiling the jagged smile of a wild animal. "[color=ffe63d]Beer's shit. Can't taste it anyway. Might as well get something that'll get the job done.[/color]"