Cashmira blinked and she shook a bit, trying to clear her head. She had never lost control like that. The old floor of the British apartment buildings in higher class London squeaked a bit and she winced, beginning to wipe away the charcoal pentagram she had made on the floor. her hands quickly blackened and she bit her lip. So nice... Judging by the sounds of quick footsteps, the man must have left. She stood up, her dignity long gone. Brushing the hair out of her face she she smudged the black on her forehead and stood. It only looked like a blackened pattern on the floor now.<br/><br/>As she began to exit the room she felt a powerful pulse in her head and she shuddered, her eyes snapping in the direction. She coughed, flames exploding between her teeth and she growled. There was something going on. Sprinting down the wooden stairs to the man floor of the apartment buildings, she ran out of the lobby, her mind set. Her motorcycle keys were always jingling in her pocket and she pulled them out, not even noticing the rain.