Nika took a few deep breathes. She was starting to go into a state of panic. Flying... Flything through barrels.... Flying through barrels that are on fire...

Was Vindictus trying to kill them!? What idea of a nasty, cruel lesson is this!? Nika took in deep breaths and made them quick and short. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breath. She looked around and saw some more burning barrels nearby. If only this class could be over already.

She went forward at a decent speed and went through the barrels. Her robes were starting to really catch on fire and Nika was starting to freak out more.

Imagine you're on a tropical island with Emily and Samira. Your going to go and relax by the beach and the heat isn't coming from the flames... It's coming from the nice hot sun.

She flew through more barrels and by now she was really feeling the heat. Why must her imagination choose to fail her at her most needy time!