She used her power, aiming at her own body.  The shirt, still in her hand, was destroyed in the curls and waves of energy.  As her power bucked and kicked, hurling her arm one way and the other, she was jerked into the sink.  She didn’t have much padding, so the impact was sharp.
She hid the pain, which wasn’t hard, because she she was caught up in the moment.  Her power washed over her body, destroying everything that wasn’t her.  Sweat, dirt, lint, dust.
It washed over her face and her head, and she thought and saw white.
The hair that fell across her face was no longer dyed.  The hair had been preserved, and the dye hadn’t.

Eclipse x.2