Nexus' voice- full of rage- thundered from behind her;
"Get a hold of yourself! You're gonna kill them!!!"
Both his eyebrows merged together in a furry snarl- twisting the corners of his mouth in a low angry snarl.
The sound of his rebuke rose above the swishing flames- blasting right into Stacy York's ears. For a moment, the light went out in the girl's eyes. Slowly- she exhaled- dropping her arms lower and lower, detaching herself from the murderous rage she had entered.
Behind her, the master's footsteps clattered towards her.
"I told you," he rasped; "–I don't want them dead, and I certainly don't want them scampering away. . ."
He eyed her arms- swallowing nervously as he remembered her dexterity with the curling whips of fire.
She cocked her head towards him;
"Master, they won't just sit back and let me kick their asses. They're going to fight back! If we're not killing them, what are we doing then?"
