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[hr]𝕄: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟  / /  ~𝟙𝟟𝟛𝟘[hr][/center]
Couldn't see a damn thing. The thought came to mind as Siena fought with the onslaught within her head, forcing down the worst of Kanon's childish psychosis. Weak, useless in combat--[i]well, perhaps not so much here[/i]--and worst of all, incapable of getting a grip on her emotions. A desperation for the spotlight, an inability to own up to her faults. 

[i]'[color=ff57ff]Perhaps she reminds me of myself?[/color]'[/i] A small thought dared to try and speak over the cacophony, unpleasant despite how timid it was. Siena felt her frown deepen, attention starting to scatter as the emotions grew even more restless. Listening to Brent's assessment of the situation was difficult, even as her eyes tried to tear through the smoke. Maybe a second name for vision would have been a better idea.

[i]But it wasn't her fault! How could she have known that Hazel would leave a layer of smoke to blind everyone?[/i]

Not her. Not her. [i]Not her.[/i]

Even as Siena oppressed the worst of Kanon's emotional tantrum, the mage could feel her companion trying to slip through her fingers. She might have been willing to let her go in favor of someone better if not for Angel's voice tearing through the metaphorical smokescreen. Her eyes darted to the left, vision managing to catch a flicker of movement. Just enough to try and aim an attack, but Kanon was almost gone.

"[color=ff57ff]Oh no.[/color]" Swearing under her breath, Siena took a few steps back, one hand directed towards the beast. There was no doubt that with Kanon already starting to slip, there wasn't much hope of completely destroying the damn thing. She lowered her aim, hoping  to cripple the hound by taking out a leg, if nothing else. In the heat of the moment, she could barely hear a muffled voice. Ernie's group was attacked...? The thought of human opponents flashed to mind. Could it be...? As if waiting for the Arbiter to lower her guard, suddenly the last vestiges of Kanon faded away, leaving behind only the squall behind. [i]Shit[/i]. Something akin to frustration welled up behind the girl's thoughts, agitation building in ways she hadn't felt since the first time she'd picked up a knife. Part of her wanted to swear, but a greater part felt a surge of what should have been concern. 

[i]Shouldn't she be afraid?[/i]

But her hands were already moving, deftly producing her personal phone from a pocket, fingers only having to tab an icon for a page of text to light up, her eyes darting towards it even as her feet took her a few steps back. 

"[color=ff57ff]Need a new name! Cover me![/color]" Or at least to retake Kanon's again, though it seemed that one blast at a time wasn't quite enough. Already, the telltale circle marking her abilities sparked to life, color slowly starting to bleed into her grey eyes as the mage grasped for the next name.