heart open, testify, tell me i'm not crazy
Marcus winced as the water vanished into a cloud of hissing steam, his concentrated face falling for a moment into some semblance of disappointment before he quickly gained control over it again. The Olson determination recoiled and painted once again over him. The remaining water hadn't disappeared entirely. Some still lingered in the barrel, while more had splashed across the packed earth and snow between them. Marcus shifted his stance and swept one arm low. The water responded immediately now, confidence replacing some of the uncertainty from before. Thin streams slithered across the ground like winding creeks, spreading outward rather than charging straight ahead.
Then he moved.
One hand rose while the other pulled sharply to the side. The scattered water obeyed, gathering from multiple directions at once. Instead of forming another wave, it coiled into several narrow whips that lashed toward the fiery wall from different angles. Not powerful enough to break through, perhaps, but enough to test his limits.
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Then he moved.
One hand rose while the other pulled sharply to the side. The scattered water obeyed, gathering from multiple directions at once. Instead of forming another wave, it coiled into several narrow whips that lashed toward the fiery wall from different angles. Not powerful enough to break through, perhaps, but enough to test his limits.
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