A mocking chuckle reverberates in SWAT's head as she lashes out with her tonfa ineffectually. She may think it's something she hears, but in truth it's projected into her mind by Amora. ~How you struggle... Why? And such language~ the disembodied telepath teases as she works to slip deeper into SWAT's psyche.<br/><br/>The shoppers in the store see SWAT lumber out of the changing room stall spitting out epithets. The store manager points to the door, tacitly demanding that the superheroine leave her place of business. She fixes a cold, hard look on the superheroine, distainful of her tom foolery and distinctly underimpressed by her antics.<br/><br/>As SWAT stumbles out of the store people gasp. A mother has to jump back, drawing a stroller with her, to avoid getting knocked into by the weakening heroine.<br/><br/>~Sleep... I'll take you to a place of dreams and nightmares. A place where only pleasure and pain are true,~ Amora promises SWAT in a 'voice' only she can hear as she seeks to take away her grasp on consciousness so she can make good on her pledge.<br/><br/>((Mind Control (2d10=13) (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=445708)<br/>Potency 4, thanks for the heads up Makoto))