Okay, right, soo...this idea wasn't working either. That did it. Sierra was getting beyond frustrated. Why was it that each and every time she had some brilliant idea, it ended up falling through on her? Speaking of falling, where were the rocks?! If she was flying around and around the pitch, why weren't any rocks falling into her cauldron?

She sighed. Her idea to not show any effort but still come out on top wasn't going to work, was it?

She growled loudly this time. Forget growling under her breath. This was WAR. It was Sierra versus the rocks now, and she refused to lose. Sierra leaned forward and flew rapidly toward the center of the pitch. She saw a group of rocks headed down, and if she timed things just right, she'd be able to catch them. Her focus was straight ahead, and she had a determined look on her face. Just as she got there, she steered her cauldron toward the rocks, and three fell right on in.

WOOT!