[i][u]Quinn Davies[/u][/i]
The young woman disappeared into her own mind and didn't really notice the sand until it touched her crotch. She looked down and frowned, "Please, stop. I'd rather not have scratches on my dick. Thank you." she said before she pushed her palm down. The sand seemed to reverse itself out of her pants thanks to her own power of manipulating the energy of movement by amplifying the movement of her palm. She pivoted, set her feet then shot a rock from her rail. Her energy swirled along the path the rock took along her arm before she amplified and accelerated the rock towards the flag. The rock would hit dead on the flag, and shatter into many pieces from the sudden stop.