Ebisu chuckled a little. "This one's on you. I try to keep some distance from fire-starters," he said, folding his arms behind his head. He stayed where he was to watch how things went.<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>Battler kept firing until his quiver was empty. That target was probably trashed now; each arrow had hit dead center, pushing the ones around it aside. There probably wasn't a bulls-eye to shoot at anymore. After he'd loosed the last arrow he heard Ms. Paulson talking behind him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“You may have found your weapon. However you might want to put out those flames now that you’re done. The other students are getting freaked.” She paused a moment, “or maybe not.”<br/><br/>Moving a little closer she looked at his posture and asked, “Do you feel more confident when you’re full on flame boy?”</span><br/><br/>"Uh, not exactly," he muttered. "I can't focus when I'm holding it back," he explained. "But it's not dangerous! Unless I'm angry or trying to make it burn stuff, this fire isn't even hot." He paused for a minute here. "It just gets annoying explaining it over and over."