Cassandra looked at the knife with what could only be described as dispassion. [i]So, this is all I have to do? Easy enough, let's get this over with.[/i] The cursewright stabbed herself, then drank the blood. It felt like a hundred lightning bolts went through her body at once, as she went stiff as a board and fell blind for a few seconds.

As she got up, having toppled over backwards, she saw that her problems had been comparatively minor. Rebecca looked like one of the dead she dealt with on a regular basis, Calypso was puking up more stuff than she thought humanly possible, and the rest of the witchlings were in various states of agony and physiological mayhem. [i]A perfect chance for me to play it all up[/i], she thought. With a grin on her face far more suited to a six-year-old getting her first puppy than a teenager who'd just been knocked flat on her ass, she quipped [color=DCDCDC] "That was fun! Let's do it again! Let's do it again!" [/color]