"My arm? You mean.. ...it's fine. I'm used to the fire stuff now.. it's good for intimidation, I haven't gotten into a duel yet with it in action because everyone runs off." [i]Victoria did blush a little, looking away and studying the arm, breathing in as she held out the gloved palm, and slipping off the lefthand glove. A second later, and a brief flame, green in color, lit up in her palm, between the Contractee and the Sister of Battle.[/i] "...Thank you. For saving me, for killing that thing, and.. thank you." [i]Victoria gulped a little: she was embarrassed, furious, and still scarred by the events of that afternoon. First she had lost her composure and blindly attacked, then she fell in combat.. what mattered is that Vance was alright. She'd give more than an arm to save him from death.[/i]