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[i][color=ec008c]"Cordelia!"[/color][/i] she called out to her roommate, voice radiating strength even over the noises of the storm. [color=ec008c]"Shine for me, babe!"[/color]

[color=9df7ff]"Of course, please, allow me."[/color]

A fire burned in Cordelia’s stomach Blazing heat surging through her blood from her core to her cheeks, fingers and feet. It was that feeling again, Cordelia noted to herself. Cordelia thought back to her home, to her earliest memories. She remembered watching young ladies be taught their lessons, and then mimicking everything she had seen to herself at night. She remembered what it felt like to reflect not only the beauty, but the imperfections as well. Her consciousness expanded, she felt small pin pricks in it each time it found a small shard of glass. With the wind buffeting and the storm ahead soaking the grounds they walked, Cordelia’s command over glass had begun. That fire was embers now, a feeling she had to hone in on exactly. 

[color=9df7ff]“Let thine light be cast away,”[/color] her whispered words, licked from her lips by droplets of rain and taken to each shard surrounding them. One by one, each fragment of glass each having served a different use during its previous life begun to float into the air. The light refracting off of broken bottles, mirrors, windows, and finery sparkled in the rain. [color=9df7ff]“Come, allow me to give you new purpose.”[/color]

Over the course of less than a half a second, Cordelia did many things, all at once. She brought each floating piece of glass to her side, stitching them together like a weaver making a tapestry. A piece of bottle here, a window’s shattered shards there. What looked like blades of glass flying towards the group of girls, was in truth, art. Cordelia effortlessly composed the wall of shards in front of them, the bits of light peeking through all shut out by perfectly molding the glass into a wall as sturdily built as if it was made of concrete. Still transparent on the side of Cordelia and reflective on the other. 

The wall of stitched together glass, all different shades and shapes fit together like a fully completed puzzle. Cordelia sighed, stepped towards it and passed her hand along the length of it, shifting its hue to meet exactly the colour she needed. [color=9df7ff]“Okay,”[/color] she sighed, a puff of hot air fogging up the mirror in front of her for a moment. [color=9df7ff]“We need to be quiet, there’s only a small amount of magic in the construction of this wall, so I’m unsure if they’ll be able to sense it through Nicole’s winds.”[/color] Cordelia looked at the rest of her teammates. [color=9df7ff]“The wall will interpose between us and them.”[/color]

Cordelia watched through their one-way mirror as the machines began to grow weary. It was a directionless suspicion, but they were suspicious nonetheless. Cordelia's entire body locked rigid in place. Her hand flicked as a bit of the glass from the top of the wall, where it was least needed, began to slowly turn in the robot’s direction. Ready to fly towards the machines at a moment's notice, though not unless they were provoked. She looked to her team, waiting for the signal.