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Slight Redesign of my OC Kelia, switching her race over to one of the Beast Elves (since she has had the tail for funzies whenever she was being a “bitch” to people she mocked)

“You know that beasts fear and avoid flames, don’t you?”.

The rogue pyromancer lifted his staff in panic as he heard her calm voice piercing through the noise of the roaring flames. He staggered backwards, flailing his weapon left and right, unsure where she had moved. She must have moved, the fire would have burned anyone alive, that much was for certain.
“…where are you, bitch?” he shouted, his hand already in motion, the next fire spell ready to be cast.
He heard her chuckle. He gulped and faced the direction her voice seemed to come from.
“How appropriate…” she said. The flames gave way, embers still wildly floating around, but he could see her, slowly stepping towards him from the place she stood when he launched his infernal magic at her. “…calling me a bitch. You’re not entirely wrong.” she gave him a grin, showing her fangs, her golden eyes glowing brightly through the smoky haze; he could see her burned-off boot revealing a clawed foot, wrapped partially in bandages to hide them if she took her gear off, and a tail visibly wagging as she approached her prey.

“Impossible! a filthy beast-slave cannot possibly be capable of nullifying magic” he uttered in confusion and rage as he discovered what he was facing.

“A beast learns to avoid fire” she replied as she twirled her baton behind herself and let dark magic course through it; she grinned once more, as she adjusted her vest with her empty hand. “Now then. There’s a bounty on your head, and I intend to collect”

Description
Slight Redesign of my OC Kelia, switching her race over to one of the Beast Elves (since she has had the tail for funzies whenever she was being a “bitch” to people she mocked)

“You know that beasts fear and avoid flames, don’t you?”.

The rogue pyromancer lifted his staff in panic as he heard her calm voice piercing through the noise of the roaring flames. He staggered backwards, flailing his weapon left and right, unsure where she had moved. She must have moved, the fire would have burned anyone alive, that much was for certain.
“…where are you, bitch?” he shouted, his hand already in motion, the next fire spell ready to be cast.
He heard her chuckle. He gulped and faced the direction her voice seemed to come from.
“How appropriate…” she said. The flames gave way, embers still wildly floating around, but he could see her, slowly stepping towards him from the place she stood when he launched his infernal magic at her. “…calling me a bitch. You’re not entirely wrong.” she gave him a grin, showing her fangs, her golden eyes glowing brightly through the smoky haze; he could see her burned-off boot revealing a clawed foot, wrapped partially in bandages to hide them if she took her gear off, and a tail visibly wagging as she approached her prey.

“Impossible! a filthy beast-slave cannot possibly be capable of nullifying magic” he uttered in confusion and rage as he discovered what he was facing.

“A beast learns to avoid fire” she replied as she twirled her baton behind herself and let dark magic course through it; she grinned once more, as she adjusted her vest with her empty hand. “Now then. There’s a bounty on your head, and I intend to collect”