The woman laughed, it started off as a ripple--sharp like glass under pressure. The sound sliced through the air like a scalpel or a whip of flames. Her shoulders shook as the sound poured out of her throat like venom.
There was hatred in it, the kind that was aged like cheeses and wine. Cruelty mired her face as she hurled lames in the direction of the soldiers. The ground beneath her blackened from the flames engulfing her body.
She made an eerie sight. Even the snow seemed to avoid her as she walked forward, every step silent like a falling leaf and yet loud like a thunder crack.
"You wanted to know my power?" She shouted, voice hoarse like she was fighting a cough, "Now you know and every one of you will burn with it."
She burst through the front doors and hurled a sphere of fire across the hall, aiming at Ceaser. But he pulled a soldier and used the man as cover. The flaming ball struck the soldier square in the chest_he went down screaming, body ignited.
