Maria smirked at the slap on the rear Ari had given her. The little thing would certainly be fun later down the road. Any exciting and enticing thoughts, however, were instantly pushed from her mind as the rotting food was revealed...and the rotting quarry right after it. As the coffins were opened to reveal their hostile occupants, she could feel Igney's magic once more coursing through her, and it helped urge her forward as her pyrothurgy began to surge through her body, her eyes burning brightly and even the tips of her crimson hairs seeming to spark in the semidarkness.<br/><br/>Sometimes a warrior with a sword could move like a fine dancer, gracefully and elegantly across a battlefield. Oftentimes, however, a blunter approach was needed for the sake of efficiency and ease. Similarly a practitioner of the magical arts could create a dazzling display of arcane prowess and finesse. Other times, however, one should simply point their hands and give them both barrels.<br/><br/>This was the latter such occasion.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Let's turn up the heat, shall we?"</span>She smirked, and from her raised hands twin torrents of flame consumed the closest undead, scorching it down form whatever ragged flesh remained straight through its bones. But she was hardly content with just one. Fire flew from her fingertips as she began targeting others, planning only to stop when nothing but ashes remained.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>