[Sam's step - it almost catches the toe of Nate's sneaker - isn't subtle. It's the same kind of silent gesture that indicated a need for a hasty retreat back in that little old lady's house, when she pulled a gun on them for trespassing. The kind of motion that means leave, pronto. Whatever Sam sees in terms of threats is what Nate trusts, and he grips the straps of his backpack that much tighter.
The other kids shift, glancing at each other, and Nate is just lifting his foot to turn and book it back to the moped when the girl swears and scrunches her face up. Nate's hand reaches for Sam's jacket, clutching, and then a ball of fire erupts into existence between her and them, balanced in her palm.
Nate's jaw drops and his voice cracks, unable to peel his eyes from the spectacle.]
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The other kids shift, glancing at each other, and Nate is just lifting his foot to turn and book it back to the moped when the girl swears and scrunches her face up. Nate's hand reaches for Sam's jacket, clutching, and then a ball of fire erupts into existence between her and them, balanced in her palm.
Nate's jaw drops and his voice cracks, unable to peel his eyes from the spectacle.]
Sam...?