walking_napalm: (serve it up)
Liz Sherman ([personal profile] walking_napalm) wrote 2012-10-24 02:11 am (UTC)

The formerly steady thud, thud, thud of her heart goes thudthudthudthud--!

Both hands ignite with Liz's jolt, flickers of blue under the red-gold-orange corona of flames.

She wills the fire back down into her right hand and lets that hand hover over the holster at her hip. Her gloves and the rubber bands around her wrists flake away into ash as she moves. She leaves her left hand burning, raised in front of her, flames flickering with the faint shaking of her arm. She squints into the trees.

Whatever is out there, it must already know she's here -- fire isn't subtle -- and she has to know whether it's a Milliways patron. She takes a deep breath in and out, swallowing a cough. In and out. "Is anyone there?" she calls.

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