Maya stiffened as the bubble swallowed her up, listening at Christian’s teasing voice. She swore loudly, unable to laugh at his joke. Whenever she pressed against it, a burning pain stung her skin.
Okay. Think, Maya, think! Can’t lose now... C’mon, c’mon! Focus. Stay calm.
By now, the crowd was stirring, voices blending together into a murmured blur. She screwed her eyes shut, before she formed an idea.
Using her power to lift the bubble, and herself, she slowly wobbled into the air. She’d have to fight him for control of the bubble, but she refused to go down without a struggle. Bringing herself and the bubble down with an intense speed, she forced towards the ground, cutting up chunks of rock and stone.
“Sawyer’s Memory- Dimension!” She shouted, and the entire field lifted into the air, herself and Christian included. She made sure to fight against the bubble, refusing to let him push her to the wall. Some of the crowd was even affected, some people floating momentarily before dropping back in their seats. With her and her opponent in the air, she picked up several stones and hurled them towards Christian. She was finally playing offensive, all the while trapped in his bubble confinement.