Jarod and Samuel watched through a pane of glass as Arlyn stood in a small room by herself, a wooden dummy strapped to a steel pole several feet away from her. Her eyes were closed as she raised a single fist.
Jarod rose an eyebrow. What was she about to do?
Arlyn's eyes flashed open, her pupils elongating into slits that formed her demon eyes as fire began surrounding her entire form, swirling around her like a tornado. Jarod squinted slightly, the light the fire was giving off being too much for his eyes.
The tornado made of fire spun around her, her hair slowly lifting off of her back and floating in the air slightly as she began opening her fist, her fingers stretching out as the tornado made of fire began gathering in her palm, forming a concentrated zone.
