Upclose and personal.

{if companion viviane = 1} Taking cover behind one of the stones raising above the others, I decide that I won't let this go. Those dawned creatures have to die and I have to know that my face is the last thing they see before they do.

"Gnash,my belt! " I shout at my familiar and I prepare myself for a spell. He grabs the belt on top of the pile of clothes we left on the shore and throw them in my direction.

"Movere ad me" I recite as my belt flies over me. The magic of the spell drags it down on my lap. Gnash has been able to learn how to throw and how to aim in a direction, I just never figured out how to stop him to throw things as hard as he can.

I look with rage and despair at the last breath of life escaping Viviane's body, what I'm about to do isn't meaningless. Contrary to many of the things banned for foolish reasons, this one has a good reason not to be used often. I look at the card I'm holding and the hourglass on it, this is insane, but then my sanity at this time isn't robust either.

I unsheathe my blade and lay down another card, one with a raised hand.

"Tempus fugit, Oord permitto" I sing holding the now ice cold card with the hourglass, the picture begins to move, the sand falling from to to bottom. I grab my blade and the other card before jumping over the stone. I can see the arrows advancing slowly towards me as I run naked on the sunken stones to reach the elves on the shore.

The time around me is flowing slowly, allowing me to dodge the attacks. Such a thing has a price, I will lose one year of my life for having cast this spell and it will last only a couple of minutes.

Without even casting a spell the blood on my skin is bursting in green flames. I use the card to focus my rage and throw the female elf on a tree by telekinesis.

I send some flames to distract the mall elf on my left while I jump on the one on my right. He's fast, very fast. Even with the temporal spell active his last arrow scraps my chest as I dodge it.

But in the end he can do nothing to stop the raving lunatic running at him naked and covered in flames with a blade in his hand. Nor can I stop stabbing him repeatedly and tearing bits of him. The flames gave spread to his blood and I have to be careful. Bale-fire that I summon might not hurt me, but if the forest catches on, real fire will kill me.

The other elf is shaking with fear as he watches me rise from the mutilated body of his friend and would probably shit his pants if he was wearing some.

I spot some sparks on the ground, the ass-holes managed to put an arrow in my card while I was disembowelling his friend.

I only have a few more seconds before times starts flowing again and that I look once again like a naked dude covered in blood rather than an homicidal speed demon.

Fire will do alright, I nick one of my fingers on my dagger and letting my own blood mix with Viviane's and the elf's I begin to roast him alive.

"Ignis vindicta, Ignis tempestus. " I shout as the flames engulf him and I feel the last drops of my magic fading away.

His screams of agony are one of the most horrible thing I've ever heard and one of the most relieving, knowing that I avenged Viviane's ****.

The **** female elf is quickly restrained using spare bow strings she had on her belt. (the only thing she is wearing)

Gnash finally arrives, carry all my belongings left on the shore. (I had to order him to go around the lake, some of the things in my bags are too precious to risk in the water.)

Going to take my belt back I check on my loved one's body, shedding tears for the waste of her **** and all that there could have been. But I have to move on, there is nothing I can do now...

Well there is something, but it would involve actions that even my quite free spirited mind finds disturbing. Some things are sometimes left undisturbed.

Yet... I technically have everything on hand to attempt to do it. The question remains, would I be willing to commit such horrors to regain what would only be a shadow of who she was? {endif}