Some days back, Jax and Echidna had been running their usual routine, the one titled "Exactly How Useless Is Echidna," when she'd started listing off her supposed talents without her physical body.
Scaring people half to death by simply dropping the veil on her mana and letting the raw pressure do the talking.
And, her personal favorite, slipping into an enemy's consciousness and setting up shop inside their own mind's space.
It had sounded like a party trick, and Echidna knew it, but she'd puffed it up anyway, going on about the sheer terror of ambushing an opponent inside their own skull.
Jax had teased her mercilessly for the nonsense. But privately, he'd filed it away because worming into an enemy's mind was, in truth, one of the finest tools he could ever hope to have for breaking one.
Right now, though, that mind-skill wasn't for breaking anyone. He had something else entirely in mind.
