Snippet #1003435

Tenrai Kurosawa:

She planted her toes into the soft soil and inhaled. She could feel the thumping feet of the brigade pounding toward the beach and back with carts of sand. They were gathering a LOT of it, but it was being wasted by it being poured so slowly one by one on the fire. This needed to end more quickly---absolutely immediately. Rai was sure she had a better approach to this situation. With a single step backward, and a firm, purposeful lift of both hands toward the sky as if she were trying to lift something very heavy, the soft ground began to shake a little. She pushed higher, as if wrenching something from the dirt with an invisible string. The particles of soil began to quiver and lift individually, then in mass.
She needed a sturdier foundation of earth than just sand for her approach to be effective. After a moment, Rai began to spin her finger in a circle, downward toward the levitating pile of dirt. It began to spin with her hand, around and around, until it became a revolving disc. As more of the brigade approached with sand, she hollered at them.

"Don't waste that on the temple. Simin asked me to put this fire out, so throw it onto this disc and I will end this much more quickly. I want a mountain of sand as soon a possible right here!"

It would take some time, but when this mountain was achieved, Rai would lift her hands again--- with them, the disc--- and direct it over the temple roof itself. With a flick of her wrists, the sand and dirt would fall, crashing through the roof. Another flick and some sectioned off, exploding through the doors, through the pillared halls, into the fiery lower sections of the temple until its rage was smothered completely. The remainder of the sand would gently sprinkle the left over roof top that still smoldered, as she let her hands go limp to her sides.

"That was enough of that!"