Fatima couldn't really channel her power into someone else's. She couldn't take power from anyone either. But fire was a power unto itself. And like water, it had a way of multiplying and doubling, swelling up fat like a greedy hog.

She built up the fire inside of her and forced it out. The display wasn't quite as impressive as his. But it was fire nevertheless.

And the bugs really hated it.

They scattered, buzzing angrily, but not coming near. "I think we pissed them off," she said, not sounding terribly apologetic about it.