[IRP] Smugglers, Saints, and Spears

[Amoltamiss]

Panika remained calm despite her rather goofy statement at the time, and soon it appeared that she riled up the said Inquisitor as she simply claimed that she was not good at anything of the sort, throwing a weak taunt and accompanying it with stronger actions, releasing the blades of light from her forefingers into the air and having them scream down towards her, Cherise and the pretty-boy. Cherise wasn't impressed, but Panika really didn't give a two damns about it. "Not to worry, boss lady, you don't have enough faith in me?" Panika said, laughing as she flipped about like a calculated idiot, weaving and avoiding most of the bolts, some streaking through what left she was wearing and burning holes through them somehow. "Anger, after all, is the precursor to irrationality and evetually failure!" Panika growled as she began to create hand motions and blast balls of intense flame back at the Inquisitor whilst dodging the bolts of light.

Cherise may not have been impressed by Panika's words and taunting, but the thief-sorceress made her best to show she could back up her trash-talking with ability and skill.