[color=f26522][h2]Cassandra[/h2][/color]
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[color=f26522]"Now that,"[/color] Cassandra muttered, raising a hand in a finger crossbow gesture, [color=f26522]"I can do."[/color]

A small flaim appeared at the end of her extended finger, wavering unevenly as it grew.  It licked backwards and touched her finger, hand and wrist, leaving black patches here and there.  Holding up this "weapon," she backed with the other girls(and guy) to the door.  

At the door, the fire now the size of a softball, Cassandra dropped her finger dramatically and said, [color=f26522]"Twang,"[/color] in a quiet, flat voice.  The ball of fire shot toward the oil soaked torture devices, but Cassandra, ever the order-follower, wasted no time looking back at it, and was sprinting with the rest of them toward the forest.