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Tsura felt a familiar twinge and grew uneasy because she could not place it; Instantly instincts honed by growing up with a mother whose favorite tactic was to use teleportation sneak attacks forced her onto a defensive footing.  

I am no easy prey she thought as she went into photonic form without altering her outward physical appearance other than giving off a faint glow which was still in keeping with her normal appearance since coming to this school.

That’s when it dawned on her; Emily, I was talking to Emily when this happened before….?

[color=ff9966]Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha
Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha
Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha[/color] she began chanting as she focused  her willpower to fight what could be a repeat of  this morning’s attack.

(Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone utterly beyond, Enlightenment hail!” repeated)

She had broken this morning’s illusion and knew that within her psychic memory was now a spiritual antibody if her attacker was the same. She was the Mistress of her form, the Mistress of her soul, she was Daughter to Magneto and Spiral two of the most feared entities in this and other dimensions and as their genetic legacy a deadly foe.

It was only Flora’s presence that kept her from lasing and in a deeper more primitive part of her  a battle began as she warred with survival and compassion.