Countdown. Right. He drew in a deep breath.

"Okay. Five," He squared his shoulders more, and concentrated, the gold in his eyes burning brighter, more intensely, as he reached within him, pushing and pulling for the power to make his will take form.

"four," Energy filled him. This was harder than his usual stuff, which came so easy.

"three," He saw sparks flickering around his hands and frowned, concentrating harder.

"two," He forced the word out, a sudden rushing energy filling him out of nowhere, and running out of him, pushed by his will, he thought, and seeming to lance forward.

He shouted the last words. "one! Now!" And he lifted a hand forward, and a hand toward Fatima, trying to make a connection even as he flung his will forward as hard as he could.

Sweat beaded his brow, and for a moment he thought nothing would happen, then fire bloomed in the air, alongside one side of the fireflies, a silent explosion in space as it blossomed toward the insects, a seemingly hungry sphere of fire, his teeth gritting as he fought to make it overtake those he could. he trusted her to do what she could as well