Moments later, she emerged from the corner, her eyes were solid violet. She stared down the shades. As if her head had become a Tesla coil, sparks of purple lightning shot from her scalp, zapping into the shades. Whomever they struck would be flayed in a split second, the psykic energy rendering bone, flesh, metal and chaos energy to ashes and cinders. Not only that, but in the same split second, the surge of power would arc from one being to another. A very efficient means to clear a room of opponents.