Scorn was about to draw upon the power of her Essence, of her Black Exaltation, to feed the fires of dissent and hatred and fear when fires of a different nature interrupted her. Narrowing her eyes, she looked about and cursed under her breath. Well, she would have to make this quick and do what she could; a fiery boat was a sinking boat.<br/><br/>"Follow me!"<br/><br/>Unsheathing her Reaver, she burst through the opposite door. She would get these slaves to the surface of the ship and carve her way through anything that stood in her path.