After all the servants cleared the room, Sir Lynca pressed a button on the wall in spoke into a mike that projected into the training room down below. "Ready when you are m'lady."
Avalon gave him a thumbs up and Sir Lynca pulled a lever that dropped multiple targets from the ceiling, varying in the heights, sizes and even materials. Avalon took her place at the back of the room and checked to make sure that all the servants had cleared. Then, carefully she finally removed her gloved and hooked them on to a link on her belt. Her nails were dainty and painted black and on the back of her hands were small symbols that were hard to make up from the distance. She released her hair from its ponytail and let her curly hair fall at her shoulders.
With a deep breath, she began. Her eyes glowed a bright orange along with the tips of her hair as her hands produced large billowing flames that she held like basketballs. She stomped forward and a ring of fire surrounded her as she flung the fireballs at the 4 large targets that stood in her way, and the dropped to the ground in a pile of brittle firewood. The flaming princess continued walking forward propelling flames from her hands like a flame thrower, annihilating the higher targets closer to the roof. As she continued to turn her faux opponents into ash, she seemed to start to glow from within and even from its distance, the Burn Box began to get a little warm as well. As she reached the center of the room, the targets we made of harder materials like concrete and metals, but Avalon did not falter. She took a deep breath and waved her hands upward , making her flames tower upward turning the metal completely in ash, not as quickly as she did the first ones. Finally, the last targets were so high to the roof that Avalon had to lean back to see them. Avalon waved her flames around her like a blanket and suddenly she was glowing so brightly that her skin appeared to be molten and her silhouette was nothing buy flames. She got a running start and leaped into the air. She threw a fireball at her feet, the hot air propelled her into the air and the molten girl blew searing flames from her lips completely incinerating the solid steel target as it melted to the ground like ice in a frying pan. As quick as a bolt of lighting she was eye to eye with the last target. She looked more like a bonfire than she did the princess from before. She simply put her hand to the target and it exploded into her colorful rain of ash, which brought Julia, mesmerized, to the edge of her seat. Riding a swirl of flames to the ground, the flare that was now Avalon stood among the burning embers and puddles of steaming metals.