[normally? Mitsuru is week to these kinds of effects. to doubt and despair. but this time. . . this time, her fury overtakes everything]

[Lenka's feeds into it, and it doesn't take long for it to become a roaring inferno. her hands clench at her sides, mouth pressed into a thin line, red eyes burning]

I'm tired of being considered nothing but food for a rock spirit.

[she says, words clipped]

If necessary, we will prove to them our value. We will prove to them that they have made a mistake underestimating us.