"Oh… My… Gosh! Why am I glowing? How am I glowing? When did I start glowing? How? When? Where? What? Huh?" I screeched, my eyes bulging as I stared at my… well, glowing… hand.
"She sure does have a spirit that can't be tamed." Commented Tikki unhelpfully.
"Yah, and that 'spirit that can't be tamed' is going to bite your head off if you don't shut up!" I retorted furiously.
Tikki retreated ungracefully to a corner where she could sulk at my sharp words. "I was only trying to help." I heard her mutter.
I felt another sharp sting of guilt setting in as I realised for the last few minutes I hadn't been acting like a real hero. If I didn't stop all this horrid larking about and screaming at Master Fu's – my – kwami, then we weren't going to be a great team.
"Tikki." I began. "I'm sorry I bit your head off just then (she opened her mouth to say that it was very much intact) – metaphorically – (she closed it again and nodded understandingly) but I was just, very, I don't know… confused, I guess. And worried. And startled. I mean, my hands did just start glowing, didn't they (she nodded again)? I just took all that frustration out on you, and Master Fu (now It was his turn to nod), and I am sorry. Now can we do all that kicking baddies' butts' stuff?"
"I believe the scientific term is de-akumatizing a villain. I think. And in answer to that question, YES!" she did a little ballerina twirl to show she was on fully on board with my idea.
"Great! Then let's get cracking!" I cracked my fist together and winced as I felt the sharp pain.
"That hurt, didn't it?" asked Tikki.