Name: Uthek Felbane
Race: Orsimer
Gender: Male
Class: Shaman
.:Wild flames engulfed the orc's hand, his muscles rippled as took he grasp of it, forming the flames into a condensed orb. A worn iron-axe that had notches embed into the shaft was held in the other.His foe laughed; a dunmer bandit. The idea of an orc wielding magic was laughable, they were not more smarter than the animals she slaughtered. It was fitting that he be deemed such, his apparel was nothing more than a fur garment. "Careful now 'tiny', don't want to burn yourself. Wouldn't be as fun looting your body, if you deny me the pleasure of slitting your throat." She drew a black arrow from her quiver, it's tip glistening with poison. She aimed for the orc's heart - breathing in; aiming true. The fact she called the large orc tiny, made her smirk, his life was in her hands now.
Odd though, her quarry showed no fear, perhaps the acceptance of death? What ever the case, he was dead now. Closing her eyes, she exhaled and released her arrow, piercing the air as it flew unseen to untrained eyes. But as she heard the snapping of her arrow, as if it hit stone, she opened her eyes in shock. The arrow had hit it's mark but barely scratched the surface of the orc's skin, it layed broken before his feet. But that is not what scared her, the 'simple' orc still held the fire in his hands and it was larger than before. Burning with immense power as the darkness around them was consumed by the flame's light. She had taken her foe lightly, and now she was going to pay for it with her life..: