Anger: Open Starter
Flame explodes from the club as its wielder violently swings it into the training dummy, sending its head tumbling away while its body begins to burn. Rinkah smirks at her handiwork, leaning on her weapon. She knew better than to attempt such violent -- and risky -- techniques on the battlefield, but in times like these where her frustration was overflowing, it was a great release for her emotions that would get her in slightly less trouble with the others. (She always had enough gold on hand to replace the training dummies she slaughtered, just in case.)
The sound of someone approaching from behind only spikes her anger as she whirls, holding her club threateningly as embers burst from it, just in case the person turns out to be an enemy -- or, even if theyโre a friend, to hopefully scare them away from bothering her.
