"The hells?" she blurts, rushing up towards the kitchen; both mouths hang open for a second in surprise, letting Aiyaka go free. She looks at the kitchen appliance that has gone from holding food to trying to turn a catgirl into food. This is so far from her experience that she defaults to her typical method of dealing with troubles- fire, fire applied in great gouts. This is what she proceeds to do, behaving according to ancient instincts about how to kill things that shapechange and try to pick off people around her one by one.<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/218535">Fireball</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2#1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">2</span>]]