@ Ome:  "TEN!  Ladies and gentlemen, we have a KO, for the first time in wrestling history, the Firin' Oziran has been beaten by an amateur!  I don't believe it! Today... HISTORY has been MADE!"  Stella... you're blinded.  Pure light fires down, heating your face.  Somewhere far away the referee grabs your arm and lifts it high, helping you to your feet.  Now you're deaf... the crowd has been given their money's worth and they're letting you know it... the cage rattles as it's lifted and medical personnel pour in...<br/><br/>@ Chiro: "Bathroom... clear." Professor emerges.  The bed... the closet... clear.  Your scan, however, puts you off incredibly, disorienting you.  It's not a void of magical energy like outside, or even a sapping of it, like an amateur masking spell.  Nor is it an overwhelming static of energies.  Rather, you shiver and twist for a moment with the simple slither of it.  It's a resonance, pure slithering.  For a moment every sense - even taste and smell - experience slithering - synesthesia.  It's the sort of feeling that occurs in only the most primordial, the most simple, animalistic magic.  It's will personified and unfiltered...<br/><br/>"Chiro?  Chiro?"  The professor shakes you a bit...