Rozália, indeed like a viper coiling to strike, waited for the perfect moment. Her march into the crowd uninterrupted, guests cautiously maneuvered out of the way of her confident stride. A deep chuckle accompanied by an almost uncharacteristically smug grin as the General burst into flames.
Hellfire glowed viciously, eating away her clothing, or better said the upper layer, revealing what lied beneath the armor:
Snake Charmer
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