[Silently walking over, Ranma gripped the bars, including the one Neito was attempting to immolate. Without saying a word, she snapped the bars apart in her bare hands. Like they were made out of toothpicks, the scraps of wood fell to the floor. Ranma turned a wry face over at Neito, arms crossed.]
Ranma'll fix that shortly
[She can see that clear as day.]
...
[Silently walking over, Ranma gripped the bars, including the one Neito was attempting to immolate. Without saying a word, she snapped the bars apart in her bare hands. Like they were made out of toothpicks, the scraps of wood fell to the floor. Ranma turned a wry face over at Neito, arms crossed.]
My hero. [Voice dry as a desert.]