Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191018052028

What was she doing this time? The answer? Not that much, actually. She was in her mortal form, an odd choice for the apparent task at hand, especially considering one of her arms was in a crude sling. Her good hand was on fire, the flames following the lines of the geometric tattoos on her arm. She trailed her hand along a building, which set alight at an uncanny rate.

Some mortals approached her, bows in hand. They shot a volley of arrows, and the ones that aimed true bounced harmlessly off her skin. Oof, that's new. Some even started to burn from the intense heat radiating off of the Stymphalian bird. She moved towards them and they (understandably) scampered off, and she made no move to pursue them. Instead, she continued to another building, rekindling another blaze.

Funnily enough, almost all of the buildings in the village showed some kind of damage, except one-- A cheerful-looking bar, with immaculate landscaping surrounding it, was virtually untouched. It even appeared to be open. 