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"I got it....!!! Wait a sec--huh?" It was Voscil's turn to be shocked. Her eyes wide as she stared up when the conch didn't land into her grasp. No sound of shattering follow her missing. Instead, the prize had a red glow around it.

Fascinated, her gaze flickered between the floating conch and him. Curiosity had gotten the better of her. She didn't even notice his lusii put the beetles on the table. Around him was the occasional red crackle, and his intense concentration wasn't lost on her. "You can hold stuff without touching it?" Voscil asked, chewing at her bottom lip. So he had powers too? Lame. He was actually cool after all; even if he was a puke-licking, wriggler nugget.

Looking up, Vos jumped up trying to grab at the conch but quickly realized it was out of her short arms and legs reach even her speed powers. It was more to test there wasn't some kind of string attached to it.

It wasn’t until MamaJu joined her side and nudged at her kit that the girl realized she'd missed her opportunity. The shop keeper was counting his beetles as she made a high pitched, rather obnoxious whine. “OH NO FAIR!” Getting up off the ground and approaching the other cautiously this time, she crossed her arms over her chest effectively appraising Sascha and his lusus with a glare. MamaJu however looked amused, winking at the other lusus for ending the otherwise petty conflict.

Sascha’s announcement that she didn’t stack up to his telekinetic powers made the child visibly shake. Sure he hadn’t said it that way, but she couldn’t help feeling like he was rubbing her nose in the victory he’d earned.

Voscil felt anger boiling in her blood pusher, bile rising in her protein chute as she huffed at him, growling quietly as he kept up his crowing. Her gaze locked with his, their eye contact akin to the stare down she’d tried to elicit earlier. A mantle wasn't where that horn belonged! “No way, you can’t leave! This isn’t over!” Her psionics hummed to life again, wanting to wipe that smug look off his face. Her sneakers churned the sandy ground below her, about to rush at him even if it caused a scene.

Vos fortunately, was thwarted when she felt her mother’s maw seize her by her jumpsuit. Her squawk gaper sounded off as she was lifted off the ground. Her legs moved without any momentum as she flailed about briefly, before finally stopping her thrashing. Her eyes never left the boy, willing daggers to stab him with her icy look. “I’LL GET YOU NEXT TIME!” She shouted at him as she was carried away by her mother, arms tightly held over her chest.

At least the market place could at last return to normal. Several trolls shook their heads as they went back to their daily happenings as if nothing had just transpired.