Flame.

Trembling fingertips clasp at its plastic sheath, eager to evoke flame. She is completely immersed in rolling her thumb over the jagged, metallic ring embedded at its core.

A flurry of insignificant sparks spew into the darkness, as fragments of light begin to form.

"1... 2..."

She mutters under her breath, struggling to summon the necessary strength for this task.

"3..."

A whirring 'zipping' sounds, followed by fire.

Victory.