Ayse's hand wrapped around Marianne's with a vice grip. Her other hand gripped lower, steadying both herself and the staff. As their manas mingled, the flame at the end of the staff ceased its flickering and began to burn blue.

[color=fdc68a][b]"Think about what a flame is Marianne. Others might tell you that a flame is a thing of chaos. That's just untrue. Fire lives, breathes, and dies just like we do. Fire is merely ambitious. It seeks to be more than it is. Let our combined fire feed on our ambition. The force that drives us to be more than we are. Sometimes that means giving of ourselves without holding anything back."

"The shaman's flame is a sickly thing. Feasting on its own corpse and his self-satisfaction. Let our flame be the tip of a spear to set against his shield. To harry it, to push it aside, and to stab at the heart of such a vile thing."[/b][/color]

With their powers combined, the flame shot through the air once again to try and pierce the barrier.

[@Hammerman]