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Iris took ‘a few steps’ back a bit further than intended and ever so ‘subtly’ legged it back to the chief to hid behind him. Not that it helped much.
 
The effect was terrifying as Sabu manifested a great specter of a many headed dragon, or perhaps a manifestation of the idea of dragons, whose gaze bored into her very soul and pinned her in place. She felt like a minuscule spec in an uncaring cosmos at the mercy of beings far more powerful than herself who did not care that she existed. It was horrifying. Maddening. Fortunately it was over relatively quickly. She was not sure how long she could have endured it.
 
In the aftermath she was left gasping for breath in compensation for the breathing difficulties the effect had created.
 
[color=23c6ae]"Please. Never do that again."[/color] 
 
She noticed that the chief had not been affected as much as her. Because he had power, because he had evolved. She needed to gain that power so she would never feel that helpless again, and the first step to that was to find out if magic would be a good path to that.
 
[color=23c6ae]"Can we go for that magic testing now, if we are done with”[/color] she avoided saying showboating [color=23c6ae]”demonstrations?"[/color]