Veronica’s eyes turned toward the shelves, the roar of the dragon in the distance singing in her ears. She settled back on the balls of her feet, the box in front of her ripping and a weird contraption of a toy holding onto a sword hilt. Weirdly enough, the sword seemed more real than most toys came with - at least in Veronica’s world. Her own hands clenched. “I’m not sure of much, other than this whole thing is a farce.” Veronica’s hair began to raise, the yarn-like substance which made it up lifting. A dark energy emanated from around her, a warmth flooding her body. A fire broiled beneath the surface, as her power began to emanate around her - a flame-like aura surrounding her. The teddy bear spoke next, and she turned her eyes for only a moment toward it - snapping, the flames began to raise around it - a fiery heat raging into existence. 

And then the black lance split “flesh” between its eyes. 

Veronica once again shifted focus, turning fully onto the man riding a headless goose. The sound of the dragon’s roar still raging in the background, nearly drowning out the words of the man. She felt at ease at his words, though wary of him at the same time. The fingers shifted once again, thumb and forefinger disconnecting to drop the circuit completing her power. Of course, this was all intentional - and not at all the source of her power. She spared a glance at the toy holding the sword, and sneered. “You simple things with your toys, using weapons instead of your own spirit.” 

She swung her leg up and over the side of the goose stallion, running her hand along its neck. “I shall name you Reginald Von Archibald the Third.” Once again, her attention shifted onto the Black Prince. “Well, my Lord, shall we slay the dragon, and afterward I’ll finish this competition and get my book.”