Kiroue

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Sam Cross

In an instant the Garen woman was at her side. "I'm sorry, but this is going to hurt..." she heard though the roar of her flames. Was she going to knock her out? Perhaps use an ability? She didn't know and she didn't care, Sam just wanted it all to stop. The half-dragon closed her eyes, waiting for the impact to come. A call sounded in the room from Liam for calm. Sam didn't know why, but the hit from the Garen had taken longer than expected, but when it did, it came a shock to her. It was almost as if she had been shocked by electricity and then her body felt numb. She opened her eyes and through her numbed state she was amazed to find that she was no longer covered by fire, but only scales. Even though the period of time of 1.5 seconds felt long to her, she found that the numbness faded quickly, bringing back a blast of flame with a wave of heat back to life. Sam cursed at the failure, lowering herself onto the ground to get herself more into a ball. She hoped by making herself small the inferno would shrink as well.

Sam felt she was running very low on energy, on strength, and on will. The only thing she could compare it to was a time when she had finally got home at three in the morning after drinking and clubbing for hours. She had finally crashed in her bed, the coma like exhaustion coming over her, only in the back of her mind to realize that she had never closed the front door. The act of getting up and closing the door was so great that, in the end, the front door had been left open all night. Luckily, no one had invaded her room while she was sleeping, but the stakes were so much higher this time. It wasn't just about closing a door, it was about forcing out the blaze that was forever flowing out of herself. Even now, believe it or not, she was still holding back a great deal and yet it wasn't near enough.

Through her inner turmoil she heard the speech that Matt was making, but nothing really went into her brain except this: "If you can't retain it, you lose." ... You lose. Those two words were so definite and encompassed so much failure. Not only would she lose in the sense that she had failed herself in her willpower, but so many countless other's would lose as well-- lose their lives. No, Sam wasn't angry anymore, that wasn't the emotion that fueled the fire now. Instead it was being fueled by unbelievable fear. Tears of molten lava began to stream down her ashen face as she felt so weak and yet had to stay so strong. In panic every once and awhile she would lash out at the power with a strike that was wild and panicked, but did the trick in reducing the flame for a second or two before it rushed back.

While others were standing at the edges of the room, frightened as to what could happen, Artemis came to her somehow. It honestly made no sense how her moon balls were protecting her in any form from the fire, but she was too scared and tired to care. She heard her words and Sam knew what the other said was true, but so mislead in some areas. Yes, Sam was never one to practice restraint, and that was how she was struggling now. Both her nature and her power were things that highlighted thrill and little control. It would be so so much easier for her to just let go, to let the cataclysm release and take over the room, the city, and all the lives that would come in it's path, but she refused to let it happen. Artemis thought that she could hold it back, but she didn't know what she was saying, what she was facing up with. Sam worked in a breath to voice some words, "Artemis, I don't think you understand how much I'm holding back." She paused, taking a gulp. "I'm not just holding back a huge bonfire. I'm standing in the was of a devastating wildfire." In frustration her hands raked themselves across her scalp so physically and emotionally drained from holding back.

Sam realized that if she didn't put all that she had into getting rid of it all now that she would not have the strength to get rid of it at all. She could not fail. She could not fail this time! "Stand back." Sam demanded of the people standing beside her. The half-dragon started gathering up all of the will she had left, every ounce of it. As she built up this energy, it was as if she had to battle her emotions the whole way. She had to show herself that she would not fail. She needed to stop. Once she felt that she had brought in all that she had she finally pulled the trigger to work to bring it down. She stopped breathing and every muscle in her body tensed. Sam growled and grunted from the effort of bringing the destruction back into herself. It felt as if the effort was shredding her insides apart. On the outside the heat slowly began to reduce from an inferno, to flames, to flickers and finally to embers. After three long minutes of hard work and effort even those went away.

The woman collapsed.

She wasn't quite unconscious, but she couldn't move a muscle. The effort to breathe was still its own on going battle. Sam felt so small.

The pathetic, half-lizard pulled herself into a tight ball as she began to shiver, her scales starting to shed off of the poor girl.

@Eklispe@Leolycan@rivaan@TheWinchester4@Ambra@Adalrod@DFA

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I'm not sure if I should post quite yet or not. I'm not sure if everyone's waiting on me. xD I am just feel like perhaps I should wait for Artemis and Clarice to go say something to Sam and then post.

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@DFA It said that Claire readied a Flash Frost, but did she actually choose to throw it?

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@Ambra Okay, just curious. Thanks! :)

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So... just curious. For the purpose of this rp do silences temporarily halt the flow of prana or does it just halt abilities in general? Just curious because with Sam, she uses her prana not really to create abilities but instead to control her fire and her actions. If silences stop the flow of prana than that would temporarily cause Sam to loose control entirely. If it stops abilities than it can stop the fire. For dramatics though, I may just end up having Sam dodge it either way. I'm mainly asking this question for the future.

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Sam Cross

A breathless silence flowed into the room. Samantha's glower turned to a challenging look as Liam sprouted tufts of fur from his body and his nose and mouth elongated into a muzzle. The man began to rise, once towering her before the transformation, now proving to dwarf her. A smile oddly came to don his face as dust orbited him. Throughout the change, there was a tone that this power he held was one that was ancient and wise, though deadly. This starkly contrasted the half-dragon, who's air held one of fiery ferocity. In this moment it was as if two titans were poised for collision, at least it did to her, and she was ready.

The woman was on the edge of pulling back on some control, like loosening a leash on the fire she was managing to tame, when Liam spoke, his voice holding one of a respectful visage that washed over her like an old, stale breeze. He explained that he, himself, was the one that he had been referring to all this time, and that, in fact, he truly respected and understood her point of view! All that he had said had been to rouse her. She stood still, for a long time as the two bantered on, confused. Here she was: muscles tightened, heart racing, and eyes painting her vision red. She was so ready for the attack and yet now it was made aware to her that the two were in fact of a like mind? Sam had understood that the exercise had been done for the sake of bringing about her anger, but she had been totally convinced that this asshat had meant everything he said. The woman stood there utterly dumbfounded and not sure quite what to do. She wasn't sure whether to laugh at the hilarity of it all, to cry from relief, or to rage at deception. It was like all of these emotions were left to swirl around in her belly, a belly that all of a sudden found itself an inch away from a blade!

All at once the world that had once been still from her raced at a staccato pace. Her scaled arms flinched to protect her stomach. They had been too slow. If it wasn't for the mystery blade missing its mark, she would have been done for. With her guard having been down, there had been no chance of her taking the blade favorably.

Adrenaline pumped through her veins from the near death experience, like narrowly missing being run over from a car. Her burning gaze finally locked onto what was going on. The room had suddenly crowded with a great load of people, two of which were now at her feet. There was one with a ghostly green fire about him, resembling Hecarim, and on top of him was a woman with brilliant bright armor, resembling Garen. This woman was the one who had saved her! It was odd, this moment, because it was as if she instantly felt allied to this warrior. They were on the same side. An unexplained amount of patriotism rose inside her and finally Sam identified this bond. Demacia. Just as the woman made this connection she was shocked to find her protector to be attacked, flying off of the man.

Her reaction was of swift, uncontrolled rekindled rage. Unknowingly she let out a blood curdling roar, her body quickly reigniting as if it had been brought back to life with a gallons of gasoline. Before she could react, however, a man rushed forward, putting a hand on the demon's shoulder, a gripping, purple energy flowing between them. Sam rushed to take advantage of the immobility, rushing forward, burning chairs and tables in her path. She primed her arm to hit, only to find herself suddenly knocked away, hit with a ball of ice. What the hell? The woman looked down to see for a split second herself coated with an icy frost before it floated away into steam. The ice should have broken a bone, but with the fiery rage that she now held, the heat having risen to a dangerous height, she only gasped to suck in more air, it having been forced out of her lungs.

Sam forced herself to a stand, but found that Hecarim had forced himself to a fall, slowly reverting himself to his regular form. He had stopped. The woman looked at herself and found her whole body engulfed in flame again. She closed her eyes to try and will it to reduce, but it was harder than the last time. She made her head fall into her hands, hoping to focus. She desperately worked to calm her breathing and think of a happy place or something to calm her anger and form. It wasn't working and the more she tried, the more exhausted she became. Sam kept on, but with each try a new emotion began to mount: panic. It only worked to fan the flames even more. "Fuck..." she cursed under her breath. Sam frantically looked around at the people of the room. The fire of her body seemed to fluctuate madly. She continued to curse. Every moment she struggled to resist, it decayed briefly before it raced back to life, again, as her will became more and more exhausted. The half-dragon worked out a cry for help. "Someone, please! I'm trying, but I can't!"

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I'm creating my post now, not sure if I'll be able to make it before I have to go to school though.

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Sam Cross

"You really don't know a single fucking thing about me, do you?" She flared, not taking any break to process his words. "Almost everything you just said is not true." Her head cocked, her anger rising at the blatant ignorant judgement of the man before her. "You stand on your high horse spouting things that you think are true, saying again and again this chant of 'I've had to face people like you before'." She even went to the extent of mocking his voice as she repeated his words and then raged again. "Who the fuck are you talking about? Oh yeah, not me." She quickly pulled up her finger, "Get this through your thick head:" and then began jabbing him in the chest with the finger with every word of this statement. "I am my own fucking person." She retracted this weapon, which had left 6 little black spots with tiny embers forming on his chest. She resumed. "Maybe you could have said all of that shit three years ago, but not now." Sam said firmly, unwavering in her pride in what she had done. "I worked my ass off to pull myself out of the gutter. I went to school to become a bartender and graduated with a well earned license. Now I have a job that pays for what I need, I have an apartment that is half-decent, and I have a car that works just fine." The sleeves of her leather jacket finally began to sprout little lightning bugs of ember that crawled along the seams, glowing brighter with every second. "I don't depend on anyone anymore, you hear me?!" She changed course, but didn't waiver in her ferocity. "You are so disillusioned to think that I even want all this!" Sam said, raising her arms, which were sprouting small, glowing flames, to gesture to the expensive space. "Is it so hard to believe that I don't give a damn about luxury or peace or being rich or all that crap!? No, I don't have that as something I care about. I care more about living my own life instead of what fucking type of wood I should have for my fancy desk!" Red with anger she began to dissolve sheer, illogical anger, now aggressively attacking ad hominem. "You just think you know everything, huh?!" She pushed Liam with a small posturing push. The push was much greater than you would expect from a woman of her size, and was more comparable to being pushed back by a body builder. The heat that radiated from the fire burning from her skin was brilliant. "You think just because you worked and got a shit load of money that you are better than me?!" Another push. This one stronger than the last, feeling like being hit by a two hundred pound weight. Liam being Nasus he was more apt to stand the onslaught, but it was clear that this power was great. Her entire arms had taken flame, revealing red glimmering scales underneath. "You are not and you never will be!" With this, without thought, she flung both of her arms, balled into fists straight into the man's chest.

A burst of flame exploded and the force of the impact was comparable to being hit with a truck at a high speed. The impact, along with the fire, would have killed anyone who wasn't one of the League, and was sure to knock Liam into any wall behind him. The collision with the wall created a large crash which resonated and shook the building at least slightly. The inferno covered every inch of her skin, her eyes glowing with an appearance of molten lava and curled horns had sprouted from her scalp. In place of her clothes, now burning at her feet, much of her skin showed a metallic assortment of red scales against her grey skin. All Samantha could feel was the power of it--the immense force of the fire that she wielded. She was cataclysmic! She was a force that could reap destruction and grow more powerful from that destruction. The half-dragon could feel it; the more she let her flame spread, the more the delicious power would imbue her with strength. It was intoxicating and it was thrilling! This was what it was like to live! She knew this was getting out of control and fought instead to control it. She shut her eyes with a force and after about 5 seconds of breathing, she managed to reduce the fire to only her arms, but it had been difficult. She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing her rage completely out control, but enacting restraint had made her more exhausted. Oddly enough, though Sam was none the wiser, it was like it had depleted her prana just to control any action that she was doing than to actually create the ability. It was by her own strength of will that she wasn't burning the room, but only at her scaled arms. With her teeth gritted and spoke, her eyes fixed to the man she had attacked. "Tell me you were wrong about me." She struggled to take deep breaths, molten lava dripping in slow streams from her eyes. It was so hard to stay controlled, her voice cried out sharply. "Tell me now!"

@Eklispe@Leolycan (Also, basically anyone in the building who might hear or feel the ruckus.)

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Posted! I worked really hard on what Sam was going to say. xD I think it really shows another side of her people might not have considered. :D

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Sam Cross

Insults toward her were always the same and always unoriginal, but that didn't mean it didn't make her upset. It wasn't so much that the lashings themselves hurt, it was the fact that they were so off the mark. People looked at her and saw a rat in a gutter. She looked at herself and she saw a bird who was free. As the words came flowing out of his mouth, she would catch memories in them like sharp embers flying into her mind; the first time she was called a disappointment by her parents who just didn't understand, that disgusting man at that one party a year ago who just wouldn't take no for an answer. What came also were the countless rejections. Rejections from jobs, from teachers, and from anyone who saw her. They saw only what they wanted to see and didn't look any further. They were never interested in seeing who the real Sam was, but then again, if they did, would she even let them in? She had built a wall around her heart for the same reason that was being shown at that moment: it was hard to let anyone in when you are so used to rejection and hatred.

The man stood, towering above her like an obelisk of everything that had beaten her down ever since high school. He embodied her insecurities, her enemies, and ignorant hatred in every way. A lump formed in her throat and her arms were tensely folded over herself. She felt a something sudden and unexpected as her anger turned less into a fire, but into lava that burned at her nose and tickled at her eyes. The woman's painted eyes began to water as if the anger was so great that it could push out tears. Shit, no! The woman stubbornly shook her head to stop the tears from falling. The one thing she hated about anger was that more times than not it came with tears that made her look weak. She wasn't about to shed tears in front of this asshole. No, she was going to teach him why he was wrong, whether she had to shout it to him or punch it through him.

A silence weighed in the air as what the man said hung there, a tense breeze blowing through the room. Sam worked in vain to gulp down the lump in her throat. It refused to go away and so as she began, her words were tainted with a fuming quiver. "So, that’s what you think when you look at me, huh?" The skinny woman attempted to add in a slight laugh, but it was so forced it sounded pathetic. Sam took another gulp, shaking her head and in a long moment forced her eyes to rise and meet his. Her eyes, though glossy, were full of flame as she said, "Well, you don’t know anything about me, do you?" Her jaw tightened and she shifted her weight from one hip to the other. Her voice showed the first signs of catching confidence as she went on. "Yeah, I drink, I smoke, and I like to screw, but that does not make me the girl you described." Her voice finally lost its quiver and her posture began to straighten as she continued to look the man right in his eyes as she made known something that had taken her a long time to believe, herself. "I am not a trainwreck, I am not a failure, and I am not a fucking mistake." Her rising in ferocity with each declaration, the heat punctuating each one. She took a moment to look at him to let that hang in the air to make sure he well understood what she said, before dropping her voice to say, "I’m just different from you." She let this sit there for a moment before continuing on. "You see success in contributing one's life to society by going to school and then working a boring job that helps the world or whatever. You know what? I just never got that. Instead of having my life sucked away as a sacrifice to get approval from people, I’ve chosen to instead to take it for myself, to cherish it, and use it how I see fit." She ended strong and in full faith of what she said. She continued with a tone that was a bit softer, but still held the unbreakable firmness which she held. "I have been a misfit all of my life because I see happiness in getting drunk and climbing a mountain. I see a perfect Saturday night in racing across farm roads at a hundred miles per hour." She paused, remembering many of the unfounded insults that the man had thrown at her. Her tone became punctuated as she said this, "Oh yeah, and I also see beauty in making sweet love to a woman all night long." She left little time for that to sink in before she really started to lash into him with this last bit, the temperature rising in the room to a higher level than had ever occurred before. "So, fuck you and your assumptions! If you’re satisfied by being held down by rules and obligations people force on you, go right ahead! Just don’t judge me for not finding comfort in being wrapped up in chains." She finished with venom in her tone and confidence in her voice. Sam was shocked to find herself taking in heavy breaths with her anger still escalating. The heat she did not feel was centered around her hands as they stayed tightly balled up. The long sleeves of her leather jacket began to suffer as the material began to crack and shrink along her arms. Though she was aware of what was going on with her jacket, her focus never wavered off of the ignorant man with the bright blonde hair.

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