[Serra Britt]

Not sure if it was the calming peace of the crowd or her own will of not wishing to see more fighting between her companions, Feenai stepped directly between Michael and Na'lsa. Many things ran through her mind, of things to say to de-escalate the confrontation, but her throat closed on all of them, afraid to have them turn their ire on herself.

Instead she gazed upon the pendant that the woman had shown to Na'lsa. It was beautifully made but even with all her journeys through Network databanks, she had never seen such a thing before. As she opened her mind to check, now that she had a visual, an enormous burst of psychic energy dropped her to her knees. She screamed in agonized pain, it was horrible, far more horrible than even when Rue had forcibly invaded her mind before. Clutching her head, Feenai tried desperately to shield herself, but was only partially successful and collapsed to the ground.

Just when she thought all was well, her makeshift mental shields suffered another assault. She could only imagine what was going on, as this was not the same source as the first one. She had no idea what this would do if it was directed at her, and she screamed in wretched agony again, then fainted with her eyes closed tightly.