<div style="text-align: justify;">Hana threw an angry look back at the white coat that had previously flown about like a bloodied dove. The coat and its owner slumped to the metal floor in front of the man hanging on the wall, held fast by the steel Nitesh had bended around his arms. She still had no idea who he was, and she didn't care. All she knew was that she wanted to tear the walls apart, melt them with her touch and watch the murky streams runs down the corridor. She turned her head back towards Nitesh, who was making for the elevator that had rattled down during the fight.<br/><br/>The elevator opened in front of them with a soft hiss of compressed air, and Hana frowned. What was all that rock doing here? Had the earth bender sent for it? Swaying past Nitesh, she went to look at the boulders. They were very smooth. With only a moment's hesitation, she lifted her plasma enveloped hand, and pushed it right through the stone. Molten rock began to trickle out of the fist shaped hole and create little pools on the floor that sizzled and slowly darkened.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Hana stopped. The texture of the rock had changed. It was grainier, softer, and prickling her fingertips for an instant before it turned solid. Hana withdrew her hand in puzzlement, the blue glow fading from her hands. She turned halfway back towards the rest of the group. <span style="color: #40FFFF">"Is sand,"</span> she said. <span style="color: #40FFFF">"Why would want sand?"</span></div>