<span style="font-style: italic">Something seems strange,</span>Persephone thought as she leaned against one of the handrails. She didn’t sit: the first thing she’d learned running the streets was that if you were expecting trouble, you didn’t do something as stupid as relaxing in a chair. The atmosphere felt different; the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she frowned.<br/><br/>It was a similar feeling she’d felt in high school when she was being watched by the kids that had always bullied her. The feeling that she’d just been singled out as someone-- or some<span style="font-style: italic">thing’s</span>-- prey descended on her like a veil. Her frown turned to a scowl. This situation didn’t have much in her favor. Perry had good reflexes, and had an uncanny knack for figuring an opponent’s move before they made it. However, in a street fight, you could actually see who your were fighting. Right now, she couldn’t see anything, and all she had to go on was a prickling at the back of her neck.<br/><br/>It happened suddenly. An almost imperceptible weight hanging on her shoulders, followed by a burning sensation along her shoulders, arms and abdomen. The best way she could describe it was like being cut by a particularly sharp knife. You didn’t feel the blade so much as the sting it left in its wake. It ended up being that she wasn’t so far off in that description, as Perry could almost immediately feel the damp of blood along the affected areas.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Well, shit.</span><br/><br/>Persephone Lynn was no stranger to pain. Crying out in a fight didn’t do you any favors, so the only indication the teen gave to her predicament, aside from the evident blood drops along the bits of her skin that were exposed, was a locked jaw and an almost silent hiss. The pain intensified slightly as whatever had a hold on her began to squeeze tighter. On instinct, Perry tensed her muscles. Scarcely a moment later, she found herself tossed against the doors she’d entered the train through. She landed in a defensive crouch, eyes focused intensely on the placed she’d just been standing.<br/><br/>“Ouch,” she muttered, covering up how unnerved she was with her usual bravado. Not unexpectedly, she didn’t see anything in that area, earning an irritated snarl from the girl. A strange prickling started behind her eyes, and as she blinked to clear it, the entire situation looked suddenly different. She could now see not only what had attacked her (though she wasn’t sure if she was okay with that) but Persephone could also note colored auras around her companions. Regular passengers had dimmer auras, whereas those who had boarded the train with the intent to confront whatever it was that was haunting the tracks had much brighter and larger energies around them. She decided she could ponder this later; for now, there were a lot of arms flying around here and an almost equal amount of fire. Ordinarily, Persephone would have questioned the wisdom in burning the floor of the train, but her mind was more preoccupied with what the mysterious man had said prior to his blood and fire trick.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I can’t injure it. Not with just this.</span>Regardless, she pulled her switchblade out of her pocket and swung it open. She watched the flurry of arms for a moment, and noticed something interesting; before one moved, a shadow of its form flickered to its destination. She could see the path of energy before it was taken, just as she could see a physical opponent’s actions before they moved. An intuition in the back of her mind suggested the two abilities were not so different in their source. A shadow flickered near her and she swiped at it just as the arm itself followed the shadow’s path. Her knife sliced through air, as had been predicted. Perry wasn’t too concerned with that, however, as it could be that she could unnerve this being with her new and uncanny ability to foresee it’s movements. A flare of energy caught her attention and she turned her eyes to the being that was currently being summoned. Something told her she wouldn’t even need this second sight of hers to see the energy coming from this being. As it was, she had to squint against the brightness.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Don’t look away from it. Easier said than done when it’s burning my retinas.</span><br/><br/>The energy became more contained as the being became fully physical, and Perry locked her eyes on it a second time.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Don’t show it fear. Okay, I can do that, I’m just really glad it’s on our side, ‘cause that’s A LOT of teeth.</span>