Gabby lowered her stance. Her right hand drew back toward her side while her left foot slid forward. The flames around her arm compressed into a dense coil, and the air twisting around it began feeding the fire rather than simply propelling her body.
The heat sharpened quickly, becoming more dangerous than any of her previous strikes. It was still rough. Still immature. Still unstable in places. But if she released it properly, it would not be a simple punch, kick, or flame burst. It would be a focused explosive strike driven by pressure and combustion at once.
Dylan's teasing expression faded a little.
Anna felt the shift and stiffened. "Gabby…"
Sasha's excitement faltered into worry. "Is she supposed to use that indoors?"
Liam sensed the danger before Gabby completed the technique.
His body gave him the answer immediately.
He could not handle that cleanly without using an affinity.
Not in his current state.
Not while staying within the limits of the spar.
