[ The hand not holding her fiery polearm cups the nape of his neck, her own abilities rely so much on the physical that it's simply habit to make more contact. She's a Summer for a reason, clearly, because the corresponding emotions -- anger, tenacity, passion -- are practically pouring off her. ]
[ Leaning her head back just a bit, Saya gasps around her lengthening fangs, pure reflex when her instincts kick up. As she does so, the red flames around them burst outward in one brilliant starburst, aided handily by his wind, and her eyes flash even brighter. ]
[ His hands are suddenly empty as a blur of movement and flame streaks toward the far wall, which she bounces off to gain even more speed (she's already faster than human eyes can follow, someone like Red Son will see motion trails but they convey where she was far better than where she is). In less than a blink, she leaps through the firestorm they created, gathering some of the flames in her hand as she goes. Her flaming polearm spins and swoops about her as she bounds around the room's surfaces and takes off into the adjacent room when something crashes in there. ]
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[ Leaning her head back just a bit, Saya gasps around her lengthening fangs, pure reflex when her instincts kick up. As she does so, the red flames around them burst outward in one brilliant starburst, aided handily by his wind, and her eyes flash even brighter. ]
[ His hands are suddenly empty as a blur of movement and flame streaks toward the far wall, which she bounces off to gain even more speed (she's already faster than human eyes can follow, someone like Red Son will see motion trails but they convey where she was far better than where she is). In less than a blink, she leaps through the firestorm they created, gathering some of the flames in her hand as she goes. Her flaming polearm spins and swoops about her as she bounds around the room's surfaces and takes off into the adjacent room when something crashes in there. ]