Naomi opened her eyes to the sight of dried blood. She turned over onto her back and looked up to see the hunched over figure of her currently unconscious elven prisoner. The brand she had seared into her skin was still evident between her bare breasts, and it gave Naomi confidence. She struggled to stand, the lack of both hands and half an arm making it difficult to lift herself. Using the wall and ignoring the pain in her seared stumps she stood and faced him with a new-found courage. "You think a couple lost limbs will prevent me from ending your wretched unlife? You have a lot to learn about me." She spoke the strange words again, but this time the seed of fire appeared just in front of her mouth. When the ball of fire was big enough, she shouted loudly and the fire flew out in a bolt that seemed more like an arrow than a ball.