Lung S4

> > Sundancer began forming her miniature sun once more, with increasingly frequent flickers of light and fire gathering between her hands.

> > “No.” Lung boomed.  He raised his bloody claw, and the flame in Sundancer’s hands dissipated, slipping out of her grasp like greased eels.

> > She tried once more, and again, he thwarted her with an almost casual ease.

> Hive 5.9