Nate splits, heading to Mr Macoy's class and Ms Darkholms.  Time to nip this training in the bud early.  If all went well within a year or two Nate would be able to attend a third class.  As both Nate's walked away from each other they paused as a though struck them.  Focusing on their hands, they caused the light to bend, making their hands seem to disappear.  They each stepped to a window and angled their hands to catch the sunlight streaming inside.  As the beams passed over their hands they cupped their hands, making a kind of lens, focusing two beams of light.  Next they angled the beams at each other, bending more light around themselves.  As the opposing beams hit each field they concentrated to cause a mirror effect, reflecting the beams back and fourth between both Nate's, intensifying the heat from the sunlight every time each beam hit the fields.  As they did this they closed the distance between themselves, converging on a single open window, causing another field to appear around their light show, sealing off the intense beams of energy in what looks to be one large laser.  They then focus the energy, compacting it to a bubble between their hands.  Glancing outside for a target they see a dead tree and let loose, pushing their hands together, angling their bodies to each has half a circle.  The beam slices strait through the trunk of the tree, burning a neat hole strait through and ending in the dirt beyond.  
  "Perfect shot."  Nate says patting Nate on the shoulder.
  "Too bad Shawn wasn't here, they power we could have built for him."  Nate replies.  They turn and head to their classes.