[b] The First Lotus ~Seaside Village~[/b] I deign to ignore Maya. She like most humans, makes snap judgements before having the necessary information. Desperate to be right, to make their point that they ignore the details altogether. They are so tiring. Annoyance helps me clear my head. Breathing calm, legs steady, emotions back in check, I walk over to Omega. " It'll be easier to show you." I reach my hand up, but hesitate, "May I?" Once he nods his assent, I lay my hand against his cheek; then push the images into his mind. As soon as I'm done, I cross my arms. "What do you make of this? He couldn't have hidden or regrown his conciousness right there under Zaakilo's nose. We could go talk to the tree." I lift one shoulder in a shrug, "If Zaakilo wanders over I can just say he's been neglecting the garden, give him a scolding and I'm sure he'll flee the area before I'm finished." [b]Frenzied Flame ~ ThroneWorld~[/b] I hack away at the endless horde of hands. Blood squelches each time. I'm soaked in gore and it has a dizzying affect. I gather it as I contemplate the progressing problem. What are those hands building? I don't want to find out. Each hand I chop, adds blood to my arsenal. I construct a massive blood trident and launch it at the center of the pattern. I boil the blood and it explodes on impact. I don't stop moving. I command blood spikes from the floor to clear a wall of hands. This refills my arsenal and I construct a barrier once again. [b]Blaze ~ Shadowhold battlegrounds~[/b] I shuffle from foot to foot nervously as the fight unfolds before me on the monitor. I don't like this. I don't like it one bit. Whatever that woman is going to do next is going to be bad and I think Flame is going to be backed into a corner, which means a Spirit will emerge. My ears lay flat and I force myself to loosen my grip so I don't break the monitor. I'm also doing my best not to scream at Karnariel to stop moving the hell around. He's making the image fuzzy. Instead I focus on the battle playing out in my hands.