Phoebe pushed herself up from the wreckage of splintered tables, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes blazed with renewed determination.
"That actually hurt," she said, wiping the blood away with the back of her hand. "I wasn't expecting that."
Felix nodded approvingly. "Pain is an excellent teacher, young lady. Perhaps now you'll show proper respect."
"Respect?" Phoebe's grin turned predatory. "Old man, you have no idea what I'm capable of."
She formed a quick hand seal, her body beginning to shimmer with an ethereal pink light. The air around her grew thick and mysterious.
"What is she doing?" Preston demanded, his earlier confidence wavering.
Felix's eyes narrowed. "Some kind of technique I haven't seen before."
Pink smoke suddenly erupted around Phoebe, swirling in impossible patterns. Within seconds, the entire restaurant was filled with the strange, glowing mist.
