#he's so...mean

[drawlypsy]

"You should run," he said as the firelight danced on his palm menacingly. The cold, damp air of Fontaine City's streets seemed to swirl in anticipating for his raw violence. Anders clenched his palm, guttering out the light with a flex of his fingertips. Only to conjure it again in the form of a brutal weapon - a burning whip. "Unless you want to get burned."