Leo Glass Melt

	[Leo's] hands blazed white-hot. He pressed his fingers against the glass, which began to warp and bubble. Within seconds, he melted a ragged hole at face level.
	The silver-haired girl said, “Good. Step aside.”
	“Hold on, I’ll make you a bigger exit,” Leo promised.
	“No need.” The silver-haired girl backed up, launched herself through the hole, and gracefully somersaulted next to us, grabbing Leo’s discarded hammer as she stood.