Through the Living Wrath

He looks down, and a tear falls from his eye. “That… that’s not what I’m afraid of, little one.”

Herald nods, a haunted look on his face.

He slumps onto the wall next to the door, watching the thief.

“I think he’s going to be fine…”

He sighs in relief, then takes another stripe of clothing, which he uses to tie the man up.

Herald takes a strip of cloth from his shirt, then passes a hand over the wound, cauterizing it as best he could before wrapping the cloth around it. Hurriedly, he checked for a pulse.

He nodded, and opened the doo, looking out to the man. “He’s bleeding. We need to stop that.”

He shakes his head. “I… but… we need to get him help. I don’t know how to…”

He fell to his knees, hugging himself. “No… the Flame wouldn’t go that far.. no..”

Herald's skin paled. "I did what?"

"Chloey? What happened?"

The glow fades, and Herald slumps - though not before locking the door.

Flame snorts, then throws the man out of the apartment.

ILL GET HER @echo74 I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL

Cool, approved! (Imma PM you…) I guess I gotta make my own character. Imma hold off on fast/slow for this character, because she will be swapping a lot. Name: Ishnim, the Priestess Features: Simple clothing, a blindfold over both eyes. Very smart, slightly (only a little) psychotic. Old Magic: Salamanders. Old Tech Level: Very high tech Background: High Priestess of the Rending, does not give heed to deities, only to the Render. Her eyes were returned to her by the Flame. Skills: Manipulation. Age: 53 Gender: Female.

Flame brings a second fist to the head, attempting to knock the thief unconscious.

He narrowed his eyes. "No." He brought a fist into the gut of the man, releasing a small blast of flame.

"Who are you mortal, and why do you attack me?"

He blocks, then charges forwards, attempting to grapple the man.

Herald glows, raises a hand, and diverts the knife, catching it with the other. “Foolish mortal.” He rethrows the knife.

“I am Herald. Chloey was ‘babysitting’ me for Taylor.”

Herald wakes, squinting at them. “Who are you?” There is a dangerous edge to his voice.

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