Kijani laughed, even though she was in trouble. "Does this mean extra credit, teach?" As soon as the fire came out, her smile pretty much dropped off her face. Her whole body tensed and her eyes widened with fear. Suddenly the manacles were strapping her to a table and Mimic had no face, and there was a glare from behind his head, and the whole room smelled like bleach and antiseptic and-

"NO!" She jerked the manacles off the wall with a burst of strength that wasn't physical, but pure power. They slid around her hand and reformed in her fist in a sharp, jagged knife that she aimed for Mimic's head. Obviously she was going for a killing blow- but her eyes weren't right, her gaze wasn't even in the room.