#h b

(damn it gurl, you are HOT)

LETS FREAKING MURDER SERI.

    She can feel the passionate, heated gaze from the fellow SECOND - IN - COMMAND, tension dances and flickers between the two as glares and weapons stand at the ready.  Another day of playing in this little war between RED and BLUE.  Another fight to end in a draw.

    Though their battles are consistent, almost predictable now with how often they happen - Seri knows better than anyone not to let her guard down.  Her saber in hand, she prepares her stance for any attack from the opposition.  Flames flicker and dance from his lighter making it’s way quickly to the woman before him, with clean slashes she dissipates the attack without a second thought.

    She twirls and arcs her saber towards him, leaving craters of slashes running along the road without a care.  ( The building behind Izumo seems to slump and slide towards the ground. )  A third slash towards the HOMRA second in command for good measure, before she cartwheels herself away, allowing the smoke and debris to hide her presence.

    Still the fires of HOMRA are unrelenting and determined, much like the nature of flame itself - a subconscious smile quirks at her lips at the thought.  ( They may fight a lot, but she can still admire them. ) Regardless, her moment of lapsed judgement manages to prevent her from dodging or fighting off the heat that suddenly flies her way.

    There’s panic in her eyes as the flames wrap around her arm in a relentless fire, shit, shitshitshitshit.  Okay, first she needs to work on getting it out - Stop, drop and roll ?  Stop, drop and roll.  She can feel the numbing pain of whatever sting her skin as the flames engulf her sleeve and some of her top before finally dying out.  She needs to persevere now, ignore that stinging pain as red hot skin finally feels the fresh air, it’s not important right now.

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