Fire Flea
by AAR
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to their rightful owners; Juliette is Ava's Skyrim character.
Juliette—Nord and Dovahkiin—is beyond annoyed with the Forsworn. There is some pity left for them somewhere deep in her heart, but the Briarhearts are irking and just downright catty.
They hiss and they roar insults at her, not to mention the surplus amount of spells they throw at her.
She absolutely loathes that kind of Forsworn.
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The Nord grits her teeth as her magicked armor buckles under the amount of fire the Forsworn was launching. She can hear him laughing behind his mask, and it only makes her fury flare higher. Unable to withhold her anger, she flung her own fireball at him.
It singes the top of his head, evidence of her less than spry aiming. He hurries to pat his head from the leftover sparks, and then she is sure he is scowling at her.
And then as she approaches him more cautiously, she can hear him say scathingly, "Ha! Like the bite of flea!"
She twitches in annoyance, and draws her flawlessly homemade ebony sword from her hip. Baring her teeth in a cat-like fashion, the Nord lunges to gut the last Briarheart and Forsworn alive in the camp—Quintus needs the Briarhearts' 'hearts' anyways.
I absolutely love making fun of the Forsworn.