“No, no, no, no, no, no, no. You cannot just throw a chicken in a pan for a few minutes and call it done it has to cook all the way through.” Abigail told her friend who was trying took cook for the first time something that wasn’t a microwave diner. “I know it is just a small chicken breast but if it is pink and hard to cut it is inedible.” She moved the cell to her other ear nodding every once in a while when her friend spoke. Sometimes she wondered why they were even friends at all because Joan was probably one of the most immature people she had the misfortune to know.<br/><br/>“Alright, alright fine, cook it your way. But if you get sick it is not my fault.” She said before hanging up. The cell plopped on the cushion beside her as she ran her hand through her short, pixie cut, chestnut hair. “Of all the ungrateful…” She mumbled getting up from the most comfortable futon she owned.<br/><br/>Padding barefoot to her bedroom door she heard the sound of metal clanging and things crashing downstairs. Frowning she threw open the door and ran down her mouth dropping as orks destroyed her house, chasing after what she thought looked like an Elf. What the hell were they doing there and how did they even get in? A frown touched her pale skin as she yelled; “hey, that’s enough.” When the shock left her and the rage began to take it’s place. The orks paid her no mind as they advanced on the half dead looking elf lying where her dining table used to sit.<br/><br/>Her eyes glowed a deep red and in her hand formed a ball of flame. She threw it at the closest ork, the flames engulfing it, rendering it to dust. That got their attention. She muttered a few words and soon all the orks met the same fate as the first. Her eyes turned back to their original light green as the last ork died. The spell took a lot out of her but she could still move and from what she saw that elf was not doing so well.<br/><br/>“Hey, you still alive?” She asked knowing he would need medical help. She knew someone who could do it better than her but by the time they got there he might already be dead. She looked down at him forgetting the fact she was really only in a tank and sweatpants. Slowly kneeling beside him she said; “I’m going to help you but so help me if you try to kill me I will let you bleed out.”