"Sounds like a plan," Fortescue chuckles. Or not very much of a plan at all, but she's used to that -- to some extent. It's been a while since she's been able to lean on the plan-making skills of Cash. On her own, her plans tend to be on the... flexible side.

Loose. Very loose. That's a charitable way of looking at them.

She concentrates the fire around her further, the heat beginning to roll off of her. It's going to be a while -- hours, even -- before she tires out.

"Let's show this thing it bothered the wrong people."