Rain started falling again, cold drops pelting Charles and Nora's faces as they sat by the river.
Water streamed down their tunics, soaking them further, but Charles couldn't help laughing.
"Hey, Nora," he said, chuckling, wiping rain from his eyes. "Not gonna use your wind skill to block the rain this time either? What's up, didn't shower today?"
Nora shot him a look, a mix of disbelief and offense.
"Shower?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Look who's talking, Mr. 'I got struck by lightning and still smell like a bonfire'!"
Without warning, she flicked her hand, and a gust of wind shot toward Charles.
"Take this!" she shouted, the air shoving him hard into the river.
SPLASH!
Charles hit the water, stunned, and to his horror, realized the river was much deeper than it looked.
The cold engulfed him, his arms flailing clumsily as he tried to stay afloat.
'Shit!' he thought, heart racing.
