Emerald and Aqua sparks flew in the air as the tension grew thick, energy pulsating in concentric waves as the walls reverberated with intensity.
Ice crept with a silent plea, stretching across the expanse of the building held from crumbling with the rest.
The serene sight of ice spikes and snow scattered across the lobby, or what was left of it, was striking.
And at the edge of it, Rita Vinci stood, her gaze tracing the movement of the fighting hurricane, her paintbrush held firmly in her grasp.
She had been standing still for quite a while, following their fight with the movement of her eyes while preparing herself in anticipation for an opening.
But for a while now, since she arrived, she had not spotted one
The absurdity pricked at her scalp, sending a headache that she held by rubbing her temples.
With a subtle sigh, she relaxed her arms, folding them and stretching her legs forward slightly.
