"Gotcha," Aly mutters, her focus on the vine rather than Nita. "Leave the tree alone. Want to pick on someone your own size, you little bitch?"

The vine separates where it was burnt in half, detaches from the tree, and slithers towards Aly.

"That's more like it!" she whoops, and makes a finger gun. "Bang!" A small fireball shoots from the end of her finger, and the vine dodges. "Bang!" It dodges again.

It seems like Aly's more in it for the thrill of the fight than quickly defeating it right now. She's been wound so tightly, and she wants to let loose.