The Reaper of Won Shasot
Dax locked eyes with the Sith girl. She was clearly enjoying this. Dax glanced at his wound. The blasted thing was still smoldering. Fine then he thought, I'll play along. Dax began to remove his jacket, cringing as he did so. "Lady, you're crazy. No one's putting a blasted brand on me." The jacket hit the ground as he finished speaking. His finger began to crackle and spark with electricity.
[member="Azlyn Ike"]
[member="Azlyn Ike"]