Asha

The clouds cover the moon, darkening the night more than usual. The only way you can see the vigilante, Blaze, is by the low flames sparking over her shoulders and down her arms. A couple of smoking bodies lay at her feet. You're not sure where your supervising hero is, and your heart leaps when her fiery orange eyes lock on yours. She smirks, sauntering slowly toward you. Like what you see, sweetheart? What's a person like you doing here?