by Wayward Daughter Tue 3 Jan 2012 - 23:13
Did you think I'd never turn up again, Mom? she asked casually, then turned back to face my former assailant. Instantly, that casualness vanished. Her eyes focused intently, her face a picture of concentration, as the woman was restrained in chains of telekinesis she couldn't break. She tried, once, to produce more poisons, more attacking plants, but within seconds her concentration was flumoxed, thrown away by the sonic explosions occuring milimetres from her, terrifying her. Her attacks were easily, almost negligently, dealt with.