The power that drew Fiametta to the mortal ream began giving her a sense of urgency as Katsuhito made his way down the basement stairs. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled on end and shook with every step he took.<br/><br/>She drew a deep breath and turned to face the landing fully. Truth be told, this was such a strange experience that she was quite on edge. The thought crossed her mind that there may be layers of foul play involved in the magic cast to bring her there. She worried that there may be some sort of charm that took hold of her.<br/><br/>With those wary thoughts in mind, she drew a rather ornate sword out of thin air, thinking it a precautionary matter. She held it back and to the side as she advanced up bottom few the stairs, hoping to meet the newcomer and discern his intentions before he made it fully into the room with the summoning circle.