"You know. The thought never actually crossed my mind. But now I can't filter it out. Thank you very much, Lone Star," Icy said dryly.
Icy shrugged, then gently lifted the flamethrower with her telekinesis, probing the ungainly apparatus with her magic gently. It wasn't all that hard to find the outlet to channel magic into the thing, but Icy could sense it might take quite a lot out of her reserves.
"Hmm, here goes." Her horn flared brilliantly in the room for a moment, before fading again, leaving a slightly flustered Icy Touch breathing heavily. "You should have enough to do the job."