Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151023161926/@comment-5543592-20151027021021

Pierre closed his fists and their wreathed in fire, like the heads of torches, and the flames beat upwards, licking his wrists, smoldering his shirt, and letting off trails of smoke into the air.

"You speak much, Sidion, but you say nothing." Pierre replied, undaunted. "Espically when there is a little man speaking tall talk." Pierre added. Althought it was the polite insult a noble might use, Pierre's teeth were gritted and his eyes narrow.