[ It is hot, and it is loud. She can feel beats of sweat trailing down her face, and the light blinds her as her hands mimic holding a very large ball. She stares at the large ball made of flame right in front of her through squinted eyes, and imagines it shrinking. She draws her hands closer together, as if squishing the ball, snuffing the flames.
It's working, but she might need help from her other half... ]
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It's working, but she might need help from her other half... ]