<div class="floatright">(http://puu.sh/o69Lc.jpg)</div>"Hsssssss!" An almost serpentine, sizzling warcry rang through the air as Nuria leapt in its wake, a madcap headlong rush towards the bugbear commander -- her sinuous frame parted the fire, touched but unharmed, and burst right through with fingers twisted into flame-clad claws and another leap -- but then the massive creature fell, axe buried deep in its back, and she passed narrowly through the air above with a surprised yowl before she fell front-first flat into the mud right behind Hjalmar.<br/><br/>Velocity certainly was a bitch, especially when you were expecting to slam hard against a target that wasn't there anymore. A pained 'woomph'-like sound was all the firestarter had to say on the matter as once again the air was slammed right out of her lungs. Draped in ash, lingering flame and mud, arms and legs now  stretched wide -- with copious amount of pearly-white cream at their center -- she almost looked like she<em>hadn't</em>just won her fight. Butthen the moment passed and the first droplet of rain hit her shoulder -- it bubbled and hissed angrily, like water placed in a hot pan, and as more and more came down Nuria was briefly enveloped in a layer of mist.<br/><br/>She made another mewling sound -- more from outrage at this sudden development than the pain and pulled herself up. Wiping her chin, she gave Hjalmar a brief glare with those ember eyes of hers. "Could've left some for me," she muttered without any serious anger, then took a moment to look around in what was obviously disappointment.<br/><br/>"… damn rain," the brunette complained as she gazed over the dying remnants of the fire, some of which had taken the opportunity to feed itself to her rather than be extinguished. Still, she was nothing if not practical and quickly stepped over towards the sad remnants of their camp, rifling through their various bags without care as to whom it might have originally belonged -- until, finally, she pulled out a sponge. She had already gotten wet, might as well clean up, after all.<br/><br/>Her eyes flickered back towards the group as she began to clean herself in plains sight, trailing a line along her breasts to clear the soot and bugbear-spittle there away first. "I could use a bit of healing magic -- bear almost crushed my throat. And my knees are pretty screwed up." She gave a little chuckle, rather happy with herself at the moment -- all those 'little' aches made the occasion all the more memorable. Not every day you could claim to have fucked a bugbear to death, after all.<br/>