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As Kaze patted her head, Eira snapped at him. A snarl was on her face as she spoke. "It is always a competition. WHether it's here or on the streets of New York, it is always a competition." Turning back to the fight, Eira watched as the boy, Cole, got knocked from the wall. "I know that he's fast, but his body temperature has to be that of a normal human, which would mean that one touch of my flames and he'd be down for the count." Breathing deeply, something clicked in her mind.

All of a sudden, an image of Kaze as he would have looked if he was human. A tall, fair-skinned man with long brown hair and rough stubble flooded her mind. He was still wearing the skirt around his muscular hips. His muscles were defined and easily noticeable. Eira's mouth, against her wishes, began to drool. Scowling in response, the girl snarled at Kaze, a thick blush coming up on her own pale skin. 

"Damnit Kaze. You have no idea how much I can actually do. We didn't know that we could go all out. As such, I think you were holding back, same as what I was doing. " Hoping to change her thoughts, Eira was battling with herself, and she was losing miserably.