Avery huffs. "No. Apparently I `can't be trusted` with them. Please. I'd only use it on anyone attacking us. Let me blow something up in a different way for once! Variety is the spice of life!"

Something (whether they be daemon or fae, Avery neither knows nor cares) comes at Ekke from behind, and a magical circle appears in mid-air shortly before shooting out a burst of flame to incinerate them.

"Honestly, it's not fair in the slightest."