The young lady let Tsitua pull her to her feet.  She caught the towel he threw her, and wiped her forehead.  "I have trained in both those areas, though there is always room for improvement," she commented, shaking the wrist he'd pressed to the mat.  "Sight is far, far more than just the future -- and even then, it's not always accurate.  What was, what might have been.  What is happening now in other places.  I can gain insight into others, as I did just now."  Amuné used her fingers to comb her hair back from her face.  "Other aspects have been harder for me.  I was working on using echoes from objects, and doing so at will."  She paused, considering.  "I know one or two Seers that have other powers in addition to Sight, but...I've never had any luck with anything else.  Maybe I'm not approaching it right.  They've tried to show me, but...I can't have them in my head.  I just can't."  The girl's voice dropped, and her shoulders tensed.  She tried so hard to act like she was in one piece, but it couldn't be further from the truth.

She watched his demonstration thoughtfully, and nodded.  "I would like to learn, if someone is willing to teach me.  However, none of that answers my question.  You used a specific technique.  I asked about countering it."

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Sini kept the electricity flowing until Wolf was nothing but a charred corpse.  The other staff watched, alert for mishaps, save for one.  With a shimmer, the illusionist appeared next to Cain.  "Your assistance was appreciated," she told him, her voice light, almost dreamy.  "What's your name?"

The kami was ensuring that Wolf would stay dead.  When she finished, she cut his heart from his chest and used her blades to flip it neatly over to Lucius.  A silent understanding passed between the two, and the demon left the room.  Sini vanished her weapons, and retrieved the mask to examine it.  "A worthwhile opponent, if not one worthy of respect," she mused, before vanishing the mask as well.  She too acknowledged Cain, giving him a nod.  "You have our thanks."  Then she, along with the other staff of the Upstairs, set to the solemn task of cleaning up after the fight.  Two lives had been lost that night, both young.  They would be missed.

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