Morrighan
For once, the sight of fire did not bring her a sense of joy. Instead, it was a mix of horror and anger. It grew and grew, swallowing up the market in flames and smoke. And so, she ran.
She left faint burn marks in her wake from her hooves- a small symbol of her returning magic. At times, there were small sparks with each stamp of her hooves as they made contact with the stone ground. The whites of Morrighan's eyes were visible as she galloped through, her destination set on what had caught on fire and figuring out what the hell was happening. While memories of the war usually flashed through her mind, they were front and center now. All her battle preparations played in her head and she was ready to fight until blood spattered on the ground.
Morrighan's rage would prove to be in good reason as the scene played out before her. The fires grew and the visibility level was extremely low among all the smoke. What she had come to understand was Denocte's food stores were up in flames. It couldn't have been on accident either. She could just make out one equine slamming into another, bringing him into the ground - perhaps the one responsible?
Facing the fire, she could feel the heat all over her body even at the distance she was at. She gazed into the flames, trying to will it into submission like she used to. If it would just cooperate and listen to her, she could turn it around and use it as a weapon for battle. However, it seemed to have other plans and instead sparked and cracked around her. Embers sprayed towards her with some hitting her face and leaving her faintly burned. "Piece of shit," she grumbled to herself, ears pinned back in frustration. Some fire magic this is. Apparently, her magic was still nowhere near what it used to be. This was pointless.
Turning away from the fire, she went over to the two she had seen moments ago. Her eyes squinted from the pain of all the smoke surrounding them. She recognized the attacker as Boudika, but she did not know the bay stallion that lay before them. Whoever he was, Boudika was pissed. She didn't feel sorry for this stranger since he was now facing two pissed off mares.
"Who the hell do you think you are, asshole?" she spat at him, holding up one of her hooves close to his body. At the least, her magic was working in some way and he would likely feel the heat radiating from the hoof. Morrighan had half a mind to kick the crap out of him now and make him explain what was going on here faster. She eyed Boudika, wondering what the plan was, if there was any. It didn't appear that there was anyone else within the chaos of the market, or at least not yet. If this guy was responsible in some way, he needed to be punished.
If no one else was going to, she wasn't afraid to act and she wouldn't wait very long either.
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