The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
Seeing the shower of electricity and glass trevor noticed the electric form of Ryan enter the lightbulb. He gesturd and created one small bubble of light over each of 4 light fixtures above the legal court area. This many sheilds was taxing him so he dropped the two waste high walls. There team would now have less cover but one of the other team could not exit the way he had entered. Trevor assumed he could exit through a different fixture or through an outlet. But if Ryan did that he would be outside the court, and disqualified.
"Yeab but now he's stuck." Peter said glancing momentarily at the lightbulb. He can't get out through any of the bulbs and if he uses and outlet he'll be out of bounds. "Unless. Matt. Can you use your explosions to melt Johnson's ice?" He asked. "Not break up. Melt." The Senate Himself"look at him go!" She exclaimed. She thought she was similar to him, but seeing him in action crushed her spirit. Maybe I'm not strong after all. No, I know my worth. I made it here. I can do this.