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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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"[color=#CB0B53]So needy.[/color]"

Quinnlash's teeth grit together and her offhand clenched into a tight, vicious claw. Then she slammed Undying Light into the stones barrel first with a loud [i]crack[/i], echoed in rapid time by the same from her metaphysical center as the golden flash seared across her chest. Her ember, already a lump of molten steel within her chest, redoubled itself with the familiar white-hot sear that had poured through her veins so many times now. The newborn soulfire within her cannon began to swell with a terrible light, and she growled along with it as her blood began to boil. She faintly heard the other Hunters introduce themselves, and somewhere within her their names registered, but fuck them, she had other things to worry about right now.

"[color=ffe63d]Quinnlash! [i]Quinn! Lash![/i] My name is [i]Quinnlash[/i], maker damn you, and you [i]know[/i] it![/color]" Her voice grated like steel on stone as she kicked the massive gun to her shoulder with a practiced twirl and leveled it at Fianna's face, teeth bared in a furious snarl. A moment of quiet passed. The pained grimace turned to a fierce and jagged smile.

"[color=ffe63d]But you know what? If it's a fight that you're offering, then step right up and I'll blow you in half just like [i]last[/i] time![/color]"

Time froze for just a moment there as her finger tightened, trembling, on the trigger. It would be just so maker-damned easy to blast her right in her stupid arrogant face. It wouldn't even slow the woman down in the end, she'd just put herself back together like she always had, so what was the damn harm anyway? It's not like she cared about anything anyone in the shit backwater city had to say, right?

[i][color=FF4D19]I’m sure the Pyromancer-Queen would be disappointed if she heard you talking to me like this.[/color][/i]

With a barely suppressed scream of frustration, Quinnlash tore her finger from the trigger. Her eye flashed with a brilliant golden light as the soulfire winked out and rejoined the rest of her soul, and she slung the cannon across her shoulder. Her voice, when she spoke, was husky with anger and pain, and some other emotion buried deep down in there that even she couldn't quite identify, and certainly didn't want to. She forced her boiling blood to still some. "[color=ffe63d]Next time I'll burn you down until there aren't even [i]ashes[/i] left. Even [i]you[/i] wouldn't be able to put yourself together after that, Freakshow.[/color]" But the energetic fury had gone, and she was going through the motions for her own sake more than anything else.

She turned away to the Hearthfire tower, unable to even look at the smug expression that was no doubt slithering over the woman's face right now. And unconsciously, her own face was twisted into something that struck between anger and anguish and fear. 

"[color=ffe63d]Galiel will be down soon anyway. Wouldn't be any fun.[/color]"