ORIGIN - THE MURDERED DANCER

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At last the knife had cut through the tension between them, and Draconua lurched forth in a motion best described as the clattering fall of a guillotine blade down its rails. Teeth bared wide, a snarl borne of little but pure rage and met the blast of hellfire. She dropped to her rear with a snarl, heels digging into the sod and claws spreading wide.

Rearing halfway up — but not out of reach, never out of reach — an entropic black bloomed in her own throat. It festered, blustered purple, violet, vehement in its glow (or lack thereof) before shooting from her maw in a column of Chaotic flame. Where the Hand's magic had exploded into terrible flame, Draconua almost resembled a buckshot spray.

It could've never hoped to have compared. Despite the cursed flame's trajectory and force, it did not fully stop the oncoming blast from clinging to her face.

The Sleepless Chaos jerked back as muffled pop!-pop!-POP!s rattled through her nostrils, her Chaos-addled skull. She snapped her jaws shut with a deafening click! and exhaled puffs of heady, smoke-laced air. Nerve endings previously untouched by her own self-destruction seared to life, and the resulting instinctive tears added to the seemingly endless loop of combustion. Black smoke curled up from her upper half, and her unwanted limb hissed and sputtered as it took like kindling.

Draconua shook herself, a giggling shriek oscillating with the motion. "THERE — THERE IT IS!" She laughed.

ROUND 5/5?

60%

ATTEMPT: Shoot fire at fire. Yay.
INJURIES: Severe electrocution to left shoulder; tentacle emerging from front right leg; severe burns to face and upper half

@Aethril

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