*Mortar smiles as he pulls up his mask. Secretly he has been itching for a fight with Anri, an Unkindled verses a Lord of Cinder. He used to be on the Unkindled side, now he can finally feel what it's like to be the one higher up.* You know me so well. Who goes first. *He walks up to you, dragging the tip of his blade on the ground. Strange, when the tip drags across the ground green flames make a small line in the dart about five feet behind the blade, as if oil lay there*