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Snoop brushed himself off and put his hands on his hips, as a wide grin spread across his face. “I feel...” he started. “Different. Great. I have the water stone. Who would’ve thought?” He stuck out his hand; palm up. “Watch this.” The mark on his cheek glowed and a small blue flame appeared in his hand. He moved it around and bounced it, before closing his fist and putting it out.
“That’s great, but we need to do something about Tommy,” said Davi.
“Right,” said Snoop. He wiggled the fingers of his other hand. Fat drops of water dripped to the ground. “Amazing.”
“Are you listening?” asked Davi. He grabbed Snoop by the shoulders. “I am glad you’re okay, but we need to focus.”
Snoop opened and closed his hands in quick succession, entranced by the frost that appeared on his fingertip
