Victoria froze, her mind refusing to accept what she was hearing.
The sinister voice came from behind her.
Victoria instinctively directed her power towards the masked figure.
"I'll fry his brain before he can move," she snarled.
In a heartbeat, Victoria focused the brunt of her psychic ability into a psionic storm, scrambling the man's mind.
The masked man grunted, staggering back, then dropped to one knee, grasping his head.
Waves of psionic energy burst out, rippling outward from the sheer amount of power Victoria had unleashed.
Victoria spun around with a triumphant smile.
"What was that about disappointment? I guess I should be the disappointed one."
The man groaned, repeatedly bashing his head on the ground.
"Like I said before, I'm not impressed."
Once more, the man's voice spoke from behind her.
The man on the ground slowly faded from sight.
Victoria's eyes widened once more.
" A mirage?! But how?"
A chill ran down her spine.
