"....and when you feel the anger, tamp it down. Use it for energy, a sense to keep going. But don't let it cloud your eyes, or consume your thoughts." Death sys, and I nod, feeling my body move in the motions the way Death had shown me. "That's how you make the worst mistakes, especially in battle. And you don't want that."
I take small steps, making sure my limbs are flexible, and then without another thought, thrust out my palm, the flames shooting out of me. This part is easy; it's extending, and pulling back that I have issues with.
The flames are moving too close to Death's face, who's not moving forward, nor back. He trusts me not to burn his face off-or the glamour he uses as a face, as his real one would put me in a state of shock.
"You might have to dodge!" I called out to Death, realizing that I was indeed going to burn his 'face' off. Death moved forward, and I think so many unladylike swear words.
