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Citrine calmly stood her ground as Mika drifted closer. Of course , the fact that she now knew the woman's name, though this had not likely been intended, took some of the bite out of her posturing. It was interesting, the effect such a glimpse into a person's psyche could provide, and she knew that by asking the requisite questions, she could take almost any piece of information about Mika that she desired. Perhaps fortunately for her enemies, Citrine was a bit too scrupulous to make use of this property in all but the most limited of ways, and she would not intentionally force certain thoughts to occur.

What she had seen of Mika's ability as well as the rather distasteful little projection she'd been presented with just now had given her some insight into what was going on. Citrine was not Spectrum's daughter for nothing, after all, and she did have a larger knowledge of science and other such subjects than one might expect. Her opponent appeared to be able to dissolute herself into some kind of caustic gas, and while she was likely correct in saying that ordinary heat would do nothing to her, Citrine's fire was not ordinary heat.

Nevertheless, she had no wish to engage in battle here. The chemical reaction that would be caused by superheated flame against a volatile vapor was not likely to be pretty, and it was true that Sable was inside the range of her thoughts, which meant that she among others would likely be within the effect radius of whatever blast resulted. Citrine had no wish to harm bystanders or innocents, nor would she intentionally provoke this acidic personality.

Instead, her mental train was as calm and rational as possible, all things considered. She stood straight and quenched the flames at her palms. I reiterate that I have no desire for a confrontation. We have come only for Sable, and I suggest that you comply. The result of a match between you and I would be irrelevant. LIMIT's wrath would be swift and much less cooperative than I, surely you know this. Allow me to take Sable, and we will leave you to your freedom this day.

Even as she was saying this, a mental transmission from Vermillion reached her, though it was weak, and she could sense him losing consciousness. Oh, fantastic, she thought only to herself as she also sensed Azure and company enter her range. Just what I always wanted. An entire rebellion to deal with at once. Dry and acerbic as the thought may have been, Citrine knew her chances of victory in such a confrontation would be slim, even if some of those coming did seem a little overworn. She had to think of a way to get Sable, wake up Vermillion, and leave, fast.