<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Luus Remeril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15962213#msg15962213)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Merc<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Heavy Turian armor.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Enlil. Docking Bay Victor-12, pavilion<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Merc shit<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Ash<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>A brow ridge rose in mix of cocky bravado and genuine confusion. "...What?" That comeback made no sense whatsoever. All signs pointed to concussion, or maybe it was just a whole lot of fear.<br/><br/>Then poof, the human was gone. Hiding behind his cloak and likely trying to slink off. But something had to be broken after that Charge. Surely he couldn't get away easy, even over the rising, all too familiar ring of gunfire. "I gotta thank you for threatening me. Makes this a lot easier." With a crooked tilt of one mandible, he aimed his left arm at the space where the human just was, and with a squeeze of the extended device within his bracer, he sent forth a gout of dark red flame.<br/><br/>Like any good 'firebird', he spread the flames far and wide, and with an inveterate casualness. They would find him where his eyes couldn't, and it would not be pleasant, despite Luus's intention to maim and not kill. Still, it was a very good thing he'd threatened his life. Now, no pity was necessary. And neither was any dwelling on more...hectic days.