[ The last thing she expects to see is knives set on fire, but the results cannot be disputed. She doesn't flinch, though the sound to something like her is unexpectedly deafening. She ought to have prepared for that. With such a blast, there may not be anything left for the incineration.
The scent still lingers in the air, though. Singed. Amongst the flames she can see pieces of something writhing, as if in agony or perhaps resisting true death, before going still while what remains of Matthias' heart burns. Soon, to ash, she hopes.
She won't leave until everything is ash. Which it may soon be, considering some debris from the warehouse seems to have caught fire. It was quite a lot of gunpowder, after all. ]
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The scent still lingers in the air, though. Singed. Amongst the flames she can see pieces of something writhing, as if in agony or perhaps resisting true death, before going still while what remains of Matthias' heart burns. Soon, to ash, she hopes.
She won't leave until everything is ash. Which it may soon be, considering some debris from the warehouse seems to have caught fire. It was quite a lot of gunpowder, after all. ]
...Best to be thorough, I suppose.
[ One must carry humor at the worst of times. ]