A3Writer: F³ Steam Bath
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Friday, August 23, 2019

F³ Steam Bath

Carl didn’t waste any time, unleashing more needles of flame in my direction. I copied his move in my own way, unleashing a tornado-force blast of wind around me. By circulating it around me, I was able to take it back in, otherwise I would’ve emptied my tank.
But Carl was already jetting towards me, more fiery blasts on their way, but much bigger. The needles had been extinguished quickly by the gale, but larger flames would only increase due to the extra oxygen, so I used my board to dodge them. I kept the war of attrition up, circling the geyser and gathering more cloud from the steam.
Almost too late, I realized that was a dumbass move.
The geyser erupted when Carl sent fiery blasts down into it. The already building pressure flashed to steam and fountained into a jet of steam. It was a cloud, but I couldn’t gather it nearly quick enough, and it blasted me and my board. The board protected me from the scalding water inside the steam, but I fell back to the ground.
Carl pounced, sword coming down to go Voltron on me.
I lost my shoes.
They blew off as I used jets of wind from hands and feet to rocket out of the way. I even managed a stylish Iron Man-style backflip, coming up ready to fight, lightning crackling in my fists. I had blown out most of my wind with that stunt.
Carl faced me, grinning evilly. “That one was my point.”