All her flailing makes for a bad target. The water puts out her head and neck but a mighty blaze is burning on her pants. The years of neglectful laundering make them very volatile. At least now her blackened hair and flame curdled bangs are doused in refreshing water.
"AhhAhhh! Oh Blagspit-hecklspot! My legs! Ah!" Her cursing gets clearer without a face full of fire. She tries to roll around in the water patches to quench her burning loins.
The flames are finally quashed, Cludig is soaked and sobbing in grateful relief. She feels like she could melt into the cool liquid and escape this horrible place full of fire and guards and blond men.
Oh wait she could totally do that. She leans into the puddle and sinks beneath the shallow surface, seemingly vanishing.
Now if she could just get to the patch that spreads under the bars, she was home free! Well provided they didn't call a mage or have a mop.
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"AhhAhhh! Oh Blagspit-hecklspot! My legs! Ah!" Her cursing gets clearer without a face full of fire. She tries to roll around in the water patches to quench her burning loins.
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The blonde trades angry glares with Zell, unimpressed with his makeshift throwing star and more convinced of his dangerousness every moment.
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Oh wait she could totally do that. She leans into the puddle and sinks beneath the shallow surface, seemingly vanishing.
Now if she could just get to the patch that spreads under the bars, she was home free! Well provided they didn't call a mage or have a mop.