I grab a piece of paper and start to burn it. "See?" the paper burned purple, but when i put it out, there was no purple tint, it was all black. "And on top of that, i cant burn to many things unless its night time and i only use four fireballs a day."

"ENOUGH!" i yelled at her, my eyes growing dark. For some strange reason, i start talking french.
In french: "I'm tired of the way you act towards everyone. Its like you care for nothing in ths world! You think you got problems and fear you wana hide? Well so does everyone else! I came here looking for a place to hide from people like you trying to kill me, but i guess their everywhere, you little ice queen!"
I fall back on the wall, gasping for air
Whoa, where did that come from?

In french: "Ive been called that by every foster parent i ever had. I hated them for what they did to us."
I lean on the wall, holding my arm, still bleeding.

I smile a bit. "My father taught me. He was a proffesor." i say, speaking english "He taught us 4 languages, just for fun."
I fall to the floor, holding my arm. I was gasping for air silently, trying to get up.

"Its ok, ill be fine." i finally get up. "Ive had worse. Aria you should really go check on Angel. Ill be fine."

I sat on a sit and looked at the wound. "You got me good Kat. How long have you been fighting with the axe?"

ooc arias a girl XD

bic
I came in, and glared at Kat, "Excuse me but me and you now have sme of our own business, my best friend is dead and its your fault." I said. I took my posioned knife off my belt and spun it in my hand.