Completely unrelated to anything happening at the moment, intense fire in the sbape of an oblate spheroid would burst through the doors of the tavern, knocking away anything its in path with reckless abandon. When the dust settles, the bulk of the plasmic projectile would dissipate, leaving embers in its trail and a little girl dressed in casual clothes and shining with a radiant light in its place. Though it would appear as if she was just engulfed in the flame, she looked as if she was just settling down from a run, standing up straight and stretching her arms behind her back. Lastly, she would cutely yawn and glance about the place, curiously onserving the patrons.