Blood rushes deep within her veins as the magic pours from her fingertips
Her lushes lips curl back into an evil grin as she picks her target
To feel the rush, the thrill of the kill
Heavy blue light sparks from the very tip of her long delicate fingers
Her body fills with the rush of such power
Now, now is the time to let loose her anger and frustration
Tilting her head to one side, ears twitching from their tips
Target now in site, the helpless being
Magic pours from her body and rushes towards its dismise
No longer does life flow from the motionless body
Miss Blood Elf eager and filled with pleasure
With a breath of ease now the deed has finished
Off to her duties as they call for more fun and pleasure
