Velaine's fire spears rocketed toward the chiming Traitorstone necklace. The Mantis recognized her mistake a bit too late, after all, she was not normally one of the one's to carry a traitorstone. She moved to evade the fire spears, but two caught her, one in the cloak, igniting it up, coaxed by Velaine, the other in her legs. The woman was quick to shed the burning cloak, but the trousers were another problem entirely. She screamed as the flames burned into the fatty flesh there, sizzling and filling the air with the scent. The other fires ignited the crates in the warehouse, illuminating the entire area for Velaine.
The Mantis woman scrambled to get the flaming trousers off, but fell in the process, the damage done. She got them off, exposing the burnt, blackened skin and muscle. She was on the ground, her face instantly slick with sweat from the pain and the rising heat. Embers floated through the air, and the woman reached for a small pistol cross bow on her belt. Her hands were slow. She brought it up, but she didn't have it loaded. She was scrambling to find a bolt on her person, panic setting in, as her traitorstone chimed and chimed and chimed.
Then she saw her bolts quiver, on the trousers that were now smoldering a few feet away.
There was nothing left for the woman. She gave up, looking at Velaine with fearful eyes. "You scum will never win. We'll purge the kingdom of you. There's nothing you can do about it." She then feebly threw the crossbow at Velaine. "I will see the Eternal Kingdom. You'll know nothing but pain and torture for eternity. Kill me, witch. My family will be cared for. The same cannot be said for yours."
She scowled one last time at Velaine before closing her eyes, awaiting what she felt was inevitable.