"Yeah, I know, Owen," Cynthian said curtly, and the peppermint scent in the room grew even stronger.
She raised a flower, gathering light in front of it, and aimed at the dummy with scorch marks. The memory of her solar beam bouncing off Starr's shield flashed in her mind, then her aim fell off. Cynthian's solar beam missed the dummy and struck a different one farther back.
Cynthian shook her head and grit her teeth. She tried a second time and managed to land a clean hit. The beam shredded the top half of the dummy, but there was anything but satisfaction on Cynthian's face. It still paled in comparison to the flare blitz that scorched her just an hour prior.
"Not enough..." she muttered to herself with a grimace. With an exasperated sigh, she glanced at Owen, who was still there for some reason.
"What did you come here for anyway?"