Kyla sat in her room, turning through the last few pages of a textbook. She finished it and set it aside with the rest. She stood and pushed the chair out of the way, standing in the middle of the room. A column of fire rose briefly from her hand before becoming solid. She spun it and adjusted the balance, tapering the tips and bringing more mass to the center. She launched into a series of moves, pausing at the end each before moving into the next.