Connie sighs from beneath the hood of her heavy winter coat. "Um, sir, sorry, but," she shouts over the howling winter wind, "I know I look young, but, um, I can defend myself just fine! Get out of the way!" Connie raises her rod and begins focusing intently on the annoyance brought on the well-meaning stranger who had unintentionally blocked her shot, and the frustration of how the yeti had alluded her for hours. Remember, just like Palom said. Concentrate on your emotions, and... "Fire!" she shouts at the top of her lungs, and an orb of flames shoots out from the tip of the wooden rod and towards the yeti.