<br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.wallpaperup.com/uploads/wallpapers/2013/01/11/28944/big_thumb_d7a9faf9a2180457031a0849a3ea7dbd.jpg)</div>Smoke and heat surrounded the two with the acrid scent of burning hair.  This was not precisely hot the bugbear had planned things to go either.  Sure, he'd planned to try to kill Nuria AND had planned to fuck her, but she had led him believe that this at least was going to be a peaceful fucking.  Still, not one to stand on emotionality or ceremony, his claws continue to wrap tighter and tighter.  The fingers clench hard as his teeth click together from the pain, snarling out between gasps of pain and anger, "Didn't have to-"<br/><br/>At this point, the bugbear's form stiffens and writhes, shaking and burning both from the hands at either side of his head and from his physical contact with the Godlike.  A howl of incredible pain comes from him as flames begin to lick down his back and burn outward from his core.  The scraps of clothing beneath his armor catch first, then the body itself.  His claws release all at once as he draws them back to rip and claw at his clothing, at his armor, desperately trying to get them off.<br/><br/>With another growing, desperate howl his body surges backwards off of Nuria, hands clawing at his head as the raging fireballs of her hands explode all of the fur and skin there to light.  This movement lasts only a second or two, muscles twitching with leftover energy more than any concentrated effort.  The pyre that remains is an active and foul smelling one, but one that burns quickly.  The spirit of the fire, fickle as it is, has returned to Nuria's cause and within minutes the bugbear's body will be naught but charred bones and ash.<br/><br/>Nuria's back is still stained with some of this blackness, some of the fur and clothing that went up first having fallen onto her naked, sweat-slicked form.  Of course, that's not the only treat the bugbear left for her, his thick goblin seed still dripping from between her legs and the marks from his hands still bright around her throat.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, the fires still burn bright separating the two sides of the camp, but on one side the bugbears are defeated.  On the other, their commander a massive beast named Gretru Grushmaw clashes blades with Hjalmar, the dwarf and a skimpy shift all that stands between him and Sydney.</strong>