Loma’s sights were right upon the teen in the distance, and she could only think of so many ways to tear him apart. [i]’Was it to beat him to death? Burn him to a crisp? Oh, what fun on putting him to sleep!’[/i], she mentally thought to herself, and it eventually made her smile in deviousness; a crazed glint in her eyes. 
The twisted gears in her mind was turning, and her left side flared brightly, before feeling the wind blow through her hair, to which she used as an aid in her next attack. She blew a geyser of fire into his direction, before putting her foot down on the ground to send another wall of ice upon him.