He wasn't sure how to read Edy's reaction to his confession, so he chose to not look too deeply into it. He was still alive, after all, and she hadn't set him on fire just to see how much fiery shit he could do. After all, everbody's powers ranged from 'blow out a candle' to 'i n f e r n o', and he hadn't said where on that spectrum he was.
So fire was the first plan. Rory's dispassionate gaze slid onto Bea again, wondering what thing power she possessed, but there was no point in speculating. And, his gaze briefly landing on Peter, who had found himself bested by Rory's other magic, he wondered what he could do, aside from create (or possibly, throw) things.
"Mmh," he hummed in response to Edrei, drawing a deep breath and focusing on that wild and wondrous part of his soul. As Edrei's jet of fire shot towards the blight another stream joined it, originating from just in front of Rory's palm and aimed at the blight creeping along the roots and stem of the bush. He'd found it easier to direct and focus the magic by linking it to his hands, though strictly speaking, it wasn't necessary.
So fire was the first plan. Rory's dispassionate gaze slid onto Bea again, wondering what thing power she possessed, but there was no point in speculating. And, his gaze briefly landing on Peter, who had found himself bested by Rory's other magic, he wondered what he could do, aside from create (or possibly, throw) things.
"Mmh," he hummed in response to Edrei, drawing a deep breath and focusing on that wild and wondrous part of his soul. As Edrei's jet of fire shot towards the blight another stream joined it, originating from just in front of Rory's palm and aimed at the blight creeping along the roots and stem of the bush. He'd found it easier to direct and focus the magic by linking it to his hands, though strictly speaking, it wasn't necessary.
