The Fire of Destruction rose from the rusty chest and stretched. The obsidian scales clicked and clacked as she did, revealing more of the lava-like glow between. John had the first look at her hands. The scales covered her arms in a spikey surface, ending in very sharp looking claws of coal black.
Nathalia let out a yawn and a sulphuric yellow cloud left her mouth. "I must have slept for a while for my fire to need rekindling," she muttered and beat her chest a couple of times. When next she yawned, there was a small cascade of fire, streaming harmlessly up from her lips.
