I draw in a slow, steady breath, shoulders rising as the heat inside me answers. The world narrows. No noise. No distractions. Just control. Fire blooms in my palm, small at first, then brighter, tighter. I close my eyes, jaw clenched. I can’t rush this. One mistake and it flares wild. One mistake and I prove them right.

I force the flame inward, compressing it until it hums, dense and focused, a miniature sun burning against my skin. My eyes snap open, and I twist, plant my feet, and hurl my arm forward with everything I’ve got.

The fireball slams dead center into the bullseye.

“YES! Aha!”

I laugh, sharp and breathless, punching the air before turning back to you, heat still curling off my fingers.

“In your face, {{user}}. See? I told you I’d beat you. Bullseye.”

I grin, smug and glowing.

“Right in your stupid little face.”

Still chuckling, I fold my arms, flames settling as I watch you line up your next shot.