[b]Beryl Harken-B-Psychoooooooo[/b]

[i]But I like my gaze.[/i]

Once more there was no outward answer to the old man's ranting. Somehow he had managed to miss seeing her completely in his earlier enraged stab.

She rose to her feet as he stalked away, silently lifting [i]Stream[/i] from the ground with a thin coating of water.  It slid through the air like a serpent through a lake. Maneuvering until it was on the mafia don's maimed side before striking. Coming from a completely different direction from that of where Beryl stood, it darted forward in an attempt to wrap around Demetrius' leg and repeat what had happened to his arm.