Instinctive, she throws herself to the side even as she pulls the trigger. There's a wet click from her gun; in the same instant, something thunks into her left shoulder.

She wrenches back with the force of the blow; before the cry is even all the way out of her mouth, the fire that's been raging just beneath her skin explodes outward.

It's the months and months of training and practice, honed into instinct, that saves the building -- almost as fast as the explosion happens, Liz staggers back and pulls the flames back inside herself.