Gadrial was pushing Nakir back, back to the rosebushes that had not felt the fury of her fire. Her eyes were lit with the flames at her right blade, "You wish to consume my anger?" She asked him in a light tone.
Nakir was battling against the strength that she was using to push him back, he who was her mentor in heaven was failing against her.
When they had practised, she couldn't even hold her ground against him, "Yes, Gabby... I want to consume your anger and help you..."
"Why do you think I need help?" she asked through gritted teeth.
Nakir felt his feet slowly slipping backwards if he didn't help her to consume her anger... there would be nothing left of Hell's bloody garden.
She might even bring hell to its knees, "You need a way to express your emotions... Your anger is exploding because you have kept it all in..."
