Maria, though an excitable Pyrothurgist, generally liked to think of herself as a beacon of etiquette and grace in an all too often uncivilized and ugly world. Thus she kept her tongue clever and her appearance sharp. Often one needed a good deal of self-control to emit the same aura of elegance and refinement that Maria liked to think she did.<br/><br/>When injured, Maria was not so modest.<br/><span style="color: #b30000">"FUCKING BONE-COCKED NECRO-FUCKING-THURGY BULLSHIT!"</span>she shouted as she collapsed to the floor, the sword cutting far deeper than any wound she'd suffered before. That was going to leave a mark, and more than anything it was going to leave a tear in this lovely robe., Nothing magic wouldn't fix, but it was the principle of the thing. Even as she emptied all of her magic into that last skeleton, not simply burning it but melting even its sword into a pool of molten steel that burned hot upon the floor.<br/><br/>As her blood began to pool beneath, her vision went hazy, but it did little to soften her coarse mouth, even as her shouting descended into pained grumbling.<br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Fuck you, pegleg."</span>She murmured to Igney for his "flesh wound" comment, skin paling as he saw to her wounds. Teanna's words, as pitiable as they were, meant her sharpened tongue was blunted slightly when pointed at her.<span style="color: #b30000">"Cooome on, tall red and sexy." </span>She moaned in pain. "<span style="color: #b30000">Lighten up, for your gods' sake I'm the one who took a fucking sword to the gut. So stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about."</span><br/><br/>Thankfully the healers managed to do their work, and only the phantom of the initial wound remained. With that, Maria managed to regain some semblance of her sensibility, just in time to see a topless tiefling tending to her torn tunic (Rampant alliteracy, another potential sign of blood loss). Shakily rising to her feet, she stepped towards her and Ari, though keeping her eyes on the tunnel ahead.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Fun as running off separately can be, might do us good to stick together."</span>She said groggily.<span style="color: #b30000">"Unless someone else winds up stuck from a lucky fucking skeleton without aid of our intrepid healers."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>