Right, this made sense, burning bugs, he liked this idea. Pushing up the images and thoughts from the training before, the fire rose again. He lift his hand up, palm open, and demanded that fire through the force to through his pours into a round flame. It came out more like a oval, but it would have to do.
He attempted to snap a finger at the bugs, demanding the oval to sail forward at the bug's wing. only to see it shoot fast out from his hand and over the bug, missing it by a few inches. He found it difficult to snap and aim. So he tried again, looking at the next bugs coming, he aimed his palm at the things.
His idea was to pulse the fingers to propel the new oval of fire on his hand. Leading the bug with the aim he pulsed the fingers, again the oval shot out, and this time met wings, sizzling them to ashes, and causing a bug wreck. He smirked under his mask. "I find it easier this way to pulse then snap." He explained to her. @[member="Tarika Sadow"]