Zhal could feel the minds of those here. Every emotion that they felt. Every thought that they had. It was rushing into her like a tidal wave. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As if breathing in the energies around her. The fear, hate, anger and chaos was feeding her with power. 

She exhaled and then took another deep breath. She could hear explosions going off, thunder. Death was around her. Death and agony tasted like sweet wine. While carnal pleasures were like ecstasy to her, death did the job. 

Her powers were returned with force and her mind expanded outwards, touching their senses. She could feel the girl from before charging up just outside of the theatre. She was taking a gamble she knew, but it would be worth it to feel what they felt. 

Zhal now had a bird's eye view on what was happening on the battlefield. Her mind connected and saw what they saw and she could feel the savoury rush of battle as her mind detached from her body, letting it roam free.

The woman started to speak once again. Zhal groaned inwards, she should just killed her instead of sparing her life. It was trivial though, but it did present her with an opportunity. [color=f7976a]"The Father,"[/color] she said as she walked towards the charging girl. [color=f7976a]"Is the one you call God, Allah and so much more,"[/color] her voice reached out to them, but a softer tone this time around.

She stared at the girl as the powerful blast came her way and flapped her wings, pushing her up into the air over the blast. She could feel the scorching heat cross under her. Zhal fed off the emotions the girl exhibited. She wanted to control her, making her a slave to her will. So much potential for destruction, so much potential for death.