Devika felt someone blur past her. She was still gathering, building up her power. She would be ready if the person attacked her, though. If he touched her, he'd get hit with debilitating fear and confusion. Probably enough to stop him in his tracks.

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Kijani was glad she'd worn long sleeves today. Even so, the split skin on her knuckles brushed one of the funny looking shoots. It left a bit of blood on the plant. "...something tells me that's not good."