#kermichil

I got fever highs I got boiling blood I'm that fire kind We could burn together

Give a man a match, keep him warm for a day. Light a man on fire, keep him warm for the rest of his life.

Five and forty steps, the sky will burn.

Kermichil took a dead breath and held it. Calm, cool, collect. That is what provided him victory in all battles. Strength was through articulation and thought, not brute adrenaline. He listened. There was a swishing sound to his left, on the other side of the half-wall he was posted behind. That was it. Kermichil leapt to his feet and side stepped, just as a black figure blurred into the spot he had just vacated. Chill strike exploded from Kermichil's hands. A cold front swept over the stadium and the roaring crowd went quiet. In the place of the figure, was nothing more than a pile of frozen ash. The rogue was dead. The stadium erupted into deafening celebration. The Domination Tournament had it's first drow victor in history.

Okay, @tall-dark-elf prize for the giveaway. This drow is Kermichil and his clothes are painful ;_; But hey I like how this one turned out! That was hard, ow.