“And how are you doing that?” Tracer wondered, staring at me.
“Doing what?” I asked vacantly. The image of the fire leaping off my own two hands into the air and attacking soldiers was taking a while to comprehend. Fire…me…I can control…fire…
“Doing that! Flying without moving your wings!” He pointed incredulously at my back. I turned my head around blankly as cries of men came from the stream.
“Oh. Umm…yeah, they’re moving. They’re just, uhh…going too fast for you to see. Them moving.”
“No, they’re not!” he smiled in confusion, now drawing on the full attention of the others. “If they’re going so fast, why don’t I hear them?”
I had a hard time focusing on his face and wiped my hand across my forehead. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this up, and my shaking hands caught Tracer’s attention. My lips searched for an answer when a siren went off. It screamed through our brains, and our group darted for the nearest branch, knowing it was possible to pass out from the chaotic noise. Tracer saw I hadn’t moved, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me with him.
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