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That had gone off so much better than Asher had envisioned it in his head. He’d popped out of nowhere much to the shock of that nasty bunny lady and totally derailed her plans when he and her both went flying out of the window. The napalm thing was kinda lame but Asher was used to playing with fire so it wasn’t something he’d be writing home about. He wasn’t quite sure how he and her didn’t end up on the ground with a few broken bones each but that wasn’t really his concern as the bunny girl seemed to reluctantly be making her escape. 

Asher, having no qualms about rubbing salt in the wound, made sure to deliver her a freshly flipped bird and a smirk just dripping in arrogance as she pointed his way, [color=92278f]"Yeah hey, fuck you too!"[/color] he called as she slinked away into the veil of smoke.

[color=tomato]"I… Didn’t think that was going to work. Did you need any help putting out your fingers?"[/color] A voice called out from above. Asher looked up towards where Mika stood, the girl they had been hired to escort. Given her mostly intact appearance and safety Asher chalked the whole thing up as a win, although he wasn’t quite entirely sure if they were actually done, although he was hoping so with so little gas in the tank. All in all they'd only really shown up to the meet up point and just as suddenly been ambushed by the chastity squad. Although, given appearances and violent tendencies, Asher didn't think these nuns were big on preaching your standard gospel. Clearly the firey one was going to have a bone to pick with Asher now. The thought brought a feeling of excitement, Asher would be thrilled to settle the score next time the chance came up.

[color=92278f]“It’s not about thinking, it’s about doing. You don’t plan for things to work, you make them work.”[/color] Asher called back as he did a bit of pointed stretching. It was a bit of Asher's personal philosophy as well a bit of boastfulness. When things were going quite how you wanted Asher would always recommend that you just reach out, grab a hold of em, and make em go your way. A direct approach was always the best approach, do rather than wish to do. Asher held his hands up in front of his face, admiring the burnt flesh and feeling the scorched nerves and flesh screaming in the back of the mind. He gave them a little wiggle before shrugging absently, [color=92278f]"Nah, fingers will be fine, me and fire go way back. So what’s the deal? Did this whole thing just turn out to be a trap? Are we done here?”[/color] Asher asked as he started looking around and attempting to locate everyone that had been a part of the operation. He wasn't sure if everyone would choose to gather inside or out and so simply started making his way towards the main door.

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32 | Male | Freelancer | Dead Head
Hatred | Long Gun | Physical | Dragons Breath
Rage | Fire | Ignition
[Ignite, Heat] Damage X, Damage, AoE, Puddle, Sky Call, Powerful, Scatter, Shield, Blink
DAMAGE: A | SPEED: B | SENTINEL: E  | Max Mana 750

PHYSICAL:E | ARCANE:C  | CHAOS:D  | Prior Mana 186 | Current Mana 186
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