Psychological warfare

Me, the scholar, working out powers. The Patrol lieutenant, investigating, keeping an eye out for the troublemaker.

It wasn't about finding that one part of me and executing it beyond perfectly. The Warrior Monk, the Wretch, the Scholar, the Girl.

All together.

"While you're running, you're not helping Lung," I called out. I pushed out with my aura.

I escalated the pressure.

"He needs you!" My voice rang through the hallways of the staff building.

More aura. More fear.

Then I heard it, saw it. A flash of purple. The aura igniting. I canceled the aura, but that didn't stop the fire that had already been created. In an enclosed space I had to duck, throwing myself around a corner, hood pulled down. My feet thudded against the ground as I stopped flying.

It swept past me.

"You just told me where you are!" I called out. I ran.

There was no fear aura, but there was more panic now. She cast fire out behind her, blocking the path.

- Gleaming 9.11