A beat. A tone. A frequency to focus upon. Toraburu's mind was awash with noise as she held up her paw in a moment of what could only be called faith. Not faith in some higher entity whom was already allowing her to alter the air as she did. Faith in herself to find that sound and to hold it to the racing ball of plasma she chose. To turn the quiet hum of energy to a piercing beam was a terrifying prospect.

A song of a friend was the thought that reached her as she made her attempt.