Storm would have grinned at the undead creature in front of her had she not had a mouthful of booze; this really showed her how ridiculous folks that dabbled in the arts were. Just another nail in their coffin and likely one in her own...Well what the fuck it was not like she had not been trying to meet her maker for some time.  But for now the fact that she might be ending up coming back as a bloody zombie  made her a little more aggressive, and survival mode almost kicked in.<br/><br/>So Storm let the volatile booze squirt from her mouth in a fountain and then lit it with her candle. Of course she tried to dodge the worse of the burning on herself  . She hoped that this would work, in the past Storm knew flames hurt undead  and thus this was a way to deal with them, and an amusing way.  As it was she did not have a pretty little face to worry about.<br/>