[P] She would need a lot more firepower

Ash ground her teeth and took a step back. This was just getting more and more annoying.

She didn't have the freedom to **** each of these guys one by one. Looked like she'd just have to burn these three to a crisp so she could get back to enjoying her time with her own personal captor.

Ash took a deep breath, enjoying the way that the oxygen stoked the heat in her body, and closed her eyes. She concentrated and reached out to the plane of fire, summoning flames thousands of degrees hot to immolate the foes that stood before her.

She opened her eyes. In her hand was a small sprite of fire, about the size of a marble. It ran in circles around her palm, eager to be unleashed.

This... was it? This was the best she could conjure?? She flexed every muscle she had, trying to find energy to pour into and enlarge the little ball of fire, but it stubbornly remained disappointingly small.

Her connection to the plane of fire was weak! So weak! What was this?? She'd been to the material plane before, and her connection to her home had never been this bad! Just what was this place?

She looked back to the encroaching dwarves. They were approaching her cautiously, watching for her to make a move, but they were getting bolder the longer she remained inactive.

No weapon... no armour... minimal fire... outnumbered... Ash scowled. She hated to admit it, but this wasn't a fight she could win right now. And she didn't like the look of their intentions if she lost.

She decided to use what she had as best she could. She lobbed the mote of fire at the archer in the back, and then bolted away from them as fast as she could. She kicked the broken dwarf's mace up into the air as she ran past him, grabbing it as backup before continuing to run.

[P] I cast fire bolt at the archer.

[GM] Roll KNOWLEDGE.

[P] 12 + 0 - 0 = 12

[GM] 9 + 3 + 4 = 16

[GM] He avoids it.

[P] Alright, I'm running. I grab the dropped mace as I go.