Snow Owl whirls her fiery blade. A blaze of whiteness unfurls like a flower and flashes through the spurting lava, spraying great glowing gouts of molten rock at Jack. Between the two combatants, clouds of incandescent sparks sparkle and flare like the stars of the Southern Cross.
The lotus blossom severs the volcano; shreds the quickening of the star!
Holy Day: Lotus Blossom!
I'm giving Ciaran the option of the 24 hour DQ rule again... now that the weekend is over.... it's up to Ciaran if he wants to take this offer or not....
Snow Owl bows before Ariel. "Thank you, judge," she says, quelling the lava with a gesture so that it hardens into a crust of steaming black stone. "I must go," she adds. "I scent evil on the wind." The young fighter bounds away over the trees and vanishes from sight.