Stacey nodded, having calmly sat through his little presentation. She could hear the words sang in his mind, but she didn`t say anything, and she only shivered when the burst of fire exploded to the widow. She tilted her head, the flame growing and getting hotter in her hands.
"Whever I get angry, my powers just seem to... well, I don`t know how to explain it. They seemed to narrow down, so I knew what I had to do. Like if someone was yelling at me for something I didn`t do, I would almost set them on fire. I never did, of course, but it took a lot not to. These past two years, when my powers have just expanded, I`ve been able to tell when I`ve reached my limit. Metally and physically."
It was hard for the young teen to wear herself out. How could she when she drew powers from all living things around her? She could do a lot of damage before she did damage to herself. And that made it harder for other people to hurt her, too. She had always been a fighter, but she had usually at least had some vunerability. Not now.
