Cecile watched as the two battled in the arena. The two were using powers like she'd never seen before and she knitted her eyebrows, taking a small step out of the shadows to see better. For a reason she could not say, her heart was pounding wildly against her ribcage, and something seemed to be stirring inside her. However, she didn't get the change to investigate it before she was forced to step into the shadows again.
The King's guard were rushing into the balcony, randomly grabbing hold of the contestants and claiming their arrest. Vixen watched intently as, because of her uncanny ability to blend with shadows, and sometimes miss the untrained eye, they bolted right past her. Slowly, she took a step backwards, only to feel hands clasp tightly around her small arms, holding her immobile, pinning her arms to her sides. Frantically, and with an unexpected strength, Vix spun in the mans arms grasp, so that she was facing him. He still held her, but at least she could see his face. "Thought you could hide darling?" He said tauntingly, with a wicked smile. "You're under arrest, King's orders."
She hissed under her breath and glanced around. Had the king or her mother or brothers found out she was here? Was that why they were taking her? No. It couldn't be. Why would they want all the other contestants too? Maybe, they would capture all the females, just to make sure they'd grabbed the right one, but there would be not reason for them to take the men too. She allowed herself to feel slight relief for a second. This meant that neither the King, nor her mother knew she was here yet. However... She glanced at the man holding her. If she allowed this man to capture her, it would only be a manner of minutes before they did discover it.
The mark on her upper thigh was burning like mad now, but she simply ignored it and smiled innocently up at the guard. Her big violet eyes, and sweet face made her appear threat-free. "What could the King want with me?" She asked, trying to stall for time while she prodded at his mind with her own, trying to look for holes and openings she could slip through.
Weaving illusions was tricky business. Sure, she could just thrust it on him, but he would only believe it for a few moments at the most, and she needed more time than that. The deeper into his mind, she was able to get, the longer her illusions lasted. If she got deep enough, or created an illusion elaborate enough, one of her tricks could become a memory for that person, and it would never wear off, for the rest of their lives. Essentially, she could drive someone insane with just a look into her eyes, a touch of her skin, or the hearing of her voice.
Put all three together, and you have a very strong illusion. Which the man was making the mistake of doing right now, holding her arms, looking into her eyes, and listening to her talk. She just hoped she could buy enough time to get out of here. She couldn't let the King, her mother, or her brothers know she was here.