Cassandra continued through the process, soon figuring out how the cutouts appeared, and anticipating them, noticing where they were, and began to go through it easier, faster, smoother. She found herself enjoying it, and perhaps that was her downfall. She knew what would happen if she...got too out of control. She felt it coming, like an overwhelming flood of power. 

[color=f49ac2]"No, no, no, no no"[/color] her training sword fell out of her hand, clattering to the floor, but she couldn't do anything as she moved, scooping the sword up again, beginning to slash viciously at the cut outs, with more force then necessary, coming to a halt before Lorenzo. She didn't stop, beginning to attack him, instead. 

She was shocked when he blocked the blow, and she spun back, growling, crouching, when a clear[color=ed145b] "Halt"[/color] Echoed over the room. it had enough force, enough authority in it to have her stopping, and she looked about, an almost ferocious look on her face, to see Oliva standing there, quite calmly, Simon behind her. [color=ed145b]"I think you'e had enough"[/color]