Admittedly, it was mildly embarrassing to have not accounted for such an obvious detail; too many years had made the assumption of her body size something that wasn't even considered any longer. Now it was anything but; it was at the top layer of her conscious thought: if such a weak technique knocked her off her feat, what could she do in the case of her more powerful? Perhaps she did need the Academy more than she realized; the teacher offered valid advice that was more than obvious. As a trained shinobi, a leader of the students, even, he ought to know that one wouldn't always have that advantage. Hell, when it came down to real combat, strategic advantages almost never existed, unless you determined where you were fighting. Still, she offered to perform another technique, if it was necessary, to end this class sooner rather than later. It could, additionally, provide more information on how she was going to have to cast in order to not lose her balance in more critical situations.
Through the debris of the blast, the fire spirit didn't seem in the last phased. The stub-like appendage from its rear was moving side to side, as far as it could with its rather limited motion, as though it were some excited canine. In some kind of happy retaliation, it it spewed some thick liquid, super-heated to the point of glowing a dull red, as though it were lava; it blasted a short distance away, and there was no doubt that she'd be feeling the heat, were she actually able to. A moment of silence, after which the headmaster turned teacher made a terrible suggestion; she was supposed to display jutsu in a bout? What was this? Some kind of fucking pageant for shinobi in training? It wasn't the threat of danger (which was practically in existent even were he to step in) that bothered her, it was the entire concept.
Unamused eyes slowly turned to the teacher.
"If I comply, is the class over?" She might've added a sigh, were she more into the conversation and had finer control over herself. This time, not an actual ninjutsu, but a technique that resembled a fire jutsu; a liquid filled in her mouth, and, like how the previous technique had went, she inhaled; upon exhaling, hand seals being formed all the while, the blast came out as an even larger torrent of flames; this one didn't knock her off her feet. The stream lasted, unending and unweakening. She ensured she'd burn everything in reach (albeit it was all dirt ground). Seconds past, until finally, after some time, it ended.
She didn't give time to be met; this was a bout of three jutsu, the unnamed headmaster put it, and she wanted to be done with this already. This time was a jutsu, but not of the element of fire; with the smoked ground, and small embers and fires where there was brush or dead materials that caught light, she decided to act differently. Chakra was concentrated on her palms; bringing her hands outward and starting to rotated herself in some kind of childlike motion. Though, not quite visible, one might feel a breeze blowing towards her lightly. Around her, it was concentrating in some strange motion; like some kind of weak tornado that hadn't picked up dust to be visible, it was. And that was part two. To conclude it, she'd make this thing visible, and quite the visual masterpiece. Again, the Dragon Fire technique, only, this time, she wouldn't let the blast go beyond the vortex around her; a tornado on fire is what'd surround her.
A short time would pass, and finally it would dissipate. She wouldn't speak, not yet. The beast was supposed to do something. After that, she'd see if she could go, but not before. That'd just be plain rude.
WC: 648
OOC: Flamethrower Stream; Whirlwind Stream + Dragon Fire