Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-203.118.166.141-20131124055428/@comment-4748501-20140801021611

Ja'aza somply stares a Ra'kiir.

''I do not wish for a fight. But if it must come to that I must warn it will turn very sour, for you, petty little fledgeling.''

She nonchalantly finishes her potion of blood, the empty bottle vanishing from her hand in a flash of red-black energy.