[He's shaking slightly from the sheer stress of being told no, and flames flicker over his skin as he leans closer to him.]
This isn't over, believe me. I'll earn you back. [A scorching hand grips Ragnar's jaw and forces him still to take a soft kiss.] You don't want me as an enemy, Ragnar.
[He stands up then... and conjures a fireball in his hand, deftly tossing it to leave a huge and obvious scorch-mark all across the kitchen wall behind the counter, a three-foot-thick line of black to mark that he'd been there. And with that, he bursts into sparks that flow through the wall and disappear.]
[In stark contrast, Ragnar is downright frosty, a cold calm glaring daggers through Dodger.]
You are doing a very poor job so far. [He practically spat the words. Before he could say anything else Dodger's burning hand was on him again sending searing, burning pain through his jaw. He tried to wrench away, taking a swing at Dodger as he did, not caring at all if he burned more of his hand if the punch connected.
Half a second after Dodger stood up, Ragnar rolled over and forced himself to his feet as quickly as he could, reaching for the closest kitchen knife he could. Sadly, he ended up hurling the blade at a burst of smoke and sparks with a frustrated snarl.]
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This isn't over, believe me. I'll earn you back. [A scorching hand grips Ragnar's jaw and forces him still to take a soft kiss.] You don't want me as an enemy, Ragnar.
[He stands up then... and conjures a fireball in his hand, deftly tossing it to leave a huge and obvious scorch-mark all across the kitchen wall behind the counter, a three-foot-thick line of black to mark that he'd been there. And with that, he bursts into sparks that flow through the wall and disappear.]
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You are doing a very poor job so far. [He practically spat the words. Before he could say anything else Dodger's burning hand was on him again sending searing, burning pain through his jaw. He tried to wrench away, taking a swing at Dodger as he did, not caring at all if he burned more of his hand if the punch connected.
Half a second after Dodger stood up, Ragnar rolled over and forced himself to his feet as quickly as he could, reaching for the closest kitchen knife he could. Sadly, he ended up hurling the blade at a burst of smoke and sparks with a frustrated snarl.]