Things were getting too overwhelming for poor old Enver. At first it seemed so simple; put on a show to satisfy the ginger ninja. Then everyone started showing off, and all the powers started overlapping. The worst part was the ruddy fog. Now nobody could see shit. More importantly, nobody could see Enver. How was Enver supposed to put on a damn show with all this fog around? He could hear people shouting about punching Varus at one point. It sounded like a great lark...if only he could bloody well see it. This had to be the worst start to this little test imaginable. This fog was like a huge wall blocking him from having fun.

Of course, even if it wasn't for all this horse-crock, Enver had the looming problem of not being able to use his powers whenever he felt like it. Sure, he had managed a few times, but every time he had no idea how he had managed it. He figured it was too much to hope for that his powers would suddenly work today in some theatrical bout of luck. All he could do was try and flick his wrists in the same way he had tried every other time, and...

...nothing.

He sighed and flicked his wrists again. Nothing. He kept flicking them furiously, cursing under his breath. If he couldn't even produce his magic, how was he supposed to gain entrance to this academy? He would be royally screwed. He kept at it, desperately trying to produce even the tiniest flame. Just when he was about to give up, he felt it; the warmth of fire against his cheek. [color=aba000]"Haha, yes!"[/color] He called out. But then he took a closer look at what he had produced. It wasn't the small, contained flame he usually put out. It was a whopping huge plume of flame. In a panic, he tried to flick it out, like he had with all the other flames. It wasn't flicking out. He started waving it around, as if he expected to just shake it off like that. Bits of flame started shooting all over the place, landing on anything nearby. Before he knew it, Enver had produced multiple fires. But all he could think of was putting out this flame. He started running around, desperate to get rid of it, and in his haste, ended up making more fires.

There was going to be a lot of fire on this field.