Reflections of Mist

Gift

"Listen to me, and do not interrupt." Alysha said. "Up until now, the general consensus has been that you're dead. That is going to change within the next few minutes, and there is nothing you can do to prevent it if you want to get out of here.
However, this is specifically a rescue team, which gains you an advantage as being that they're prepared for a rescue, not a fight, it will take them a few seconds to get it together enough to... Respond in such a manner.
Say, approximately... Five."

She seemed to pull the number out of thin air, twirling her hair around her finger thoughtfully.

"And that's before you factor in shock-to-response time, that's usually an additional couple of seconds.
Being officially dead potentially spares you about... two seconds recognition time, but no guarantee.
At maximum, a third of the group will be distracted with caring for the others, specifically by the appears of Madeline. That gives puts them roughly... Five seconds behind on average with their responses."

"And you are demonstrating your mathematical proficiency because...?" He drawled irritably.
"Because this is my gift to you. Once you get up there, you actually have about nine seconds spare before you're in trouble, and fourteen before you're really in trouble.
I don't care how the fuck you use it, but my advice would be to get out of there.
Go. Leave. Disappear.
But I never want to see your face again. You stay away from me and my Nyx."

She came right up to his face, looking him dead in the eyes, her own flickering with firey malice, her voice dripping with venom.

"Do whatever the fuck you want to do, but if you know what's good for you, stay away, because next time we meet, I will not be so kind.
I'm done being walked over. This is my turn."