Ah there it was, Tabitha never letting him down, she had simply gone ahead and jumped right into the game. The reaction ought to be quick, either Isis would be able to put out the fire on her clothes or she wouldn't and she'd soon be naked in front of all of them. It was all how her mind perceived the command and order. Likely they'd see her sweat, see real fear in her eyes, and see her try to pull out of it. A interesting train of thought Tabitha had used to experiment, surely acting like a dog was predictable and even if someone had no self-respect could even go as far as Isis did. However seeing a invisible fire and fearing the burns, that was something no one could fake. In one undeniable truth Tabitha should have destroyed any and all remaining doubt.<br/><br/>When Kiril spoke up he turned his eyes towards him and shrugged, "well then there are a handful of other students that know how to turn the dictator into a saint," he replied bluntly. "It really doesn't matter too me so much what happens so long as something does," he said he'd look at everyone. "Take a look around, though many of you could see each other through fight meets and competitions and school spars what else is there in common," he asked. Letting them take in the diversity of everything. Everyone was from a different walk of life in one way or another, the possibilities of someone doing something bad was far too high. But the chances someone else would reverse any and all effects made was also to be expected. If he was responsible for the school's destruction he was also responsible for anyone who would redeem their souls as well. He had put himself in a position to remove any and all guilt. And could almost just as easily place the blame on anyone there.<br/>