The girl was safely learning some kind of defense. The trainers' attitudes toward her were significantly more positive than the Primm woman. Cain deduced that their status in society was lower than the caretaker, otherwise they would hold greater disdain for Amuné. They were wary of Cain, exactly as he had intended. He wanted to test their resolve to protect Amuné, and had found them satisfactory. 

"Continue training, Amuné. I too am busy." He said, standing unwavering. His gaze was not on her though. It was scanning the men training her as the one he recognized spoke into the ear of another. Without evidence of his action, he sent shadow scries out to dark places all around him. If some kind of attack or offensive move was launched on him, he would see it coming. These scries were the same kind he had once used to hunt down a target in thick woods. Every tree the target passed that had a scry on it, notified Cain. He'd herded the target into a clearing with extremely fine wires stretched to high tension across at three levels. 

That target was presented in pieces. 

He drew himself from though of past sins and returned his focus to the present. "Continue your lesson, Mr. Kirk." He commanded coldly. If he could push the man far enough, he might be able to get Kirk to arrange an exhibition in which he would b able to illustrate his power and thus put himself above the rest of the staff. 

The only thing was, he suspected Amuné would be displeased with this tactic. This interfered with Cain's plan. A plan that caused his charge distress was unacceptable, yet it was most efficient. Would he have to use an intermediate level of efficiency to keep her free of discomfort? He stood there, watching and calculating in the shade of that building. [@shylarah]