[b]Immediately, the embers in the circle danced to life, roaring a ring of fire into the air, almost a thunder dome arena. The person stood slowly, brushing herself off calmly. On her, hanging from a belt, was a large axe, sharp and probably dangerous. Both her hands were encased with flame, harming her none, just as she seemed unphased by the air around her, that was getting very, very hot.[/b] [i]"S'cuse me, what bills do you pay to be shoving people over?"[/i] [b]She spoke on an accusatory tone, a very modern one, actually, very different than her rough clothes would've projected[/b]