There she stood, or rather they stood. Standing In front of a small group of Knights, Musketeers and even a tiger was Nora, Pyromaniac of the Blue Flames. "Guess my time finally came..." He voice, her face, it was all so young. The way she was when Mortar had first resurrected her. Of course, If Mortar had kept track of her he would know that she had died of old age. The young looks were nothing more then looks...