This was it. Blurm's pain wouldn't be in vein as she readied herself. The fire built in her belly and she opened her eyes. "<span style="color: #4000FF">Now Blurm! Engage the lock!</span>" She commanded before pulling her fists back. She slammed it to the ground and in a flash the dirt used as a projectile is engulfed in blue flames, dissipating it. She slams her other fist down and a another pillar of purple fire erupts from the ground, flying directly at the enemy lock. This technique Spirit affectionately, and a bit dork-ily referred to as 'the flames for her spirit'.<br/><br/>The blonde took deep gasping breath, finally able to compose herself as she warded away the attacks with her fire. The fight had started so suddenly they had very little time to formulate a plan and it had escalated so quickly that they weren't thinking entirely clearly. She watched their movements play back in their heads. The way they summoned their powers. They quickly formulated a hypothesis. "<span style="color: #4000FF">Blur, their arms are what the use to command the earth. Take those out. Their legs summon the dirt to arm level. The weaker their legs are, the more difficult it is for them to summon the dirt. I'll take care of the wormholes.</span>"