Ashtell sneered at the shivering man, his limbs going pale as he lost blood. There was nothing but death for this one now. She held out her left hand, and felt a fireball begin to grow in her palm, her eyes gleaming with hatred. She released the fire onto a tree nearby and summoned more, laying her hands on the human's skin. Her screamed as his flesh blackened. "Hope you like hell...but thats just a taste..." Ashtell broke off and laughed, a sound like glass breaking piercing the ears of the man. He winced and moaned, trying feebly to shake her loose. After a few seconds the man started to convulse. "Shit..." she mumbled, dropping the man on the ground and kicking him with a smouldering boot. "They always die too fast...we need some angels to play with" she commented leaving the man for Kimara to finish off. She sat on a rock nearby and began a ritual, the summoning of her real sword, Ignis. after a few seconds her staff was returned to her back and a black, five foot tall scythe was in her hand. The blade was 3 and a half feet itself, the weapon looked huge agains her small frame. She could hear the wails of the damned shrieking from the blade, their souls fuelling it's power. "Now we can go...unless you want a bit more fun with this one?" she asked Kimara, sounding as though she was asking whether Kimara wanted to go to the movies or go shopping. In human terms that is.