And for her opponent, he doesn't seem nearly as concerned with the same thing. In fact, his back is turned to Cinnabar, hand over his brow as if to shield it from the sun as he watches the projectile explode.

"Nice flair," he comments genuinely, turning around to smile at her. "Got anything else?" he asks, shoving his hands into the pockets casually. Come on, you're a quartz and a pearl; surely you have more up your sleeves than a bunch of energy projectiles and a spear, right?