[Galliard nods in understanding, and closes his hand, extinguishing the small fire. He watches Jean make that axe, then looks down at his hands and tries to do the same. Fire flickers across his palms, then settles on the backs of his hands. The fire burns over his knuckles, and grows out from them into long, nasty-looking claws of flame.]
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[Galliard nods in understanding, and closes his hand, extinguishing the small fire. He watches Jean make that axe, then looks down at his hands and tries to do the same. Fire flickers across his palms, then settles on the backs of his hands. The fire burns over his knuckles, and grows out from them into long, nasty-looking claws of flame.]
[Galliard looks down at them and grins.]
Cool.