Lennon snarls and steps close to Murphy in anger. “I don’t use power, Mr. Hot Shot, because those that use it become crippled by it. Sure they’re big when things are going great, but what happens when their power is taken or restricted? Or if they decide they don’t have enough power? They fall, one-track minded if they still have a brain. I don’t use power, I use my head. Which is more than I can say for you.”

Carra follows, smiling. 

Zenith looks up. “Hmm? Oh sorry, I don’t have a lot of control.” She frowns in concentration to stop the wind, but it gets worse.