The swing of Angelo's his golden cain swept right through the apparition of Gabrielle, the image immediately disappearing like an image on water completely distorting when a rock is plunged into the depths. Gabrielle's concentration on Camelia was broken when she noticed that 10 feet away, one of her illusions was broken by Angelo, her back turned to him at this very moment. Angelo's cursed as his head swept from side to side, seeking out the "real" Gabrielle among the many possible illusions that the magician was capable of making.<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>"<span style="color: blue">Agatha... my head... it hurts...</span>" Her icy blue eyes looked dull and the usual stiff and taut energy that the intern carried had seemed to wane as she sat up and stared around herself trying to take in and synthesize what was going on around her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>