[Reyoki]

"Yeah, I am. You wanna play, bandanna man?" she asked and began shifting her weight at a slightly quicker pace. The temperature around her rose slightly, giving the area a humid feel from the shallow puddles of muck around the slummed alley. "So, what does mister policeman have in his pocket? A radio? A taser? Perhaps a lighter for that death stick between your lips?" She began to focus her energy on some of the various things in the alley- the oil drum she'd kicked, some cans on the ground, bits of trash- in case she needed something to burn.