The odd feeling of watchfulness in this seemingly-empty hall has your Sunnydale senses tingling. You heed them, taking up a defensive stance while reaching out with your senses - mundane, magical, mystical, the works.

Gained Power Sense

You promptly get smacked upside the head - metaphysically speaking - by the proximity of several hundred young souls who have stoked the fires of their competitive spirits. Note to self, opening up your awareness like that with a hyped-up crowd just around the corner is not a good idea. Also - whoa, head rush.

The effort isn't a complete waste. You pick up a presence - human, young, distinctly female, a sense of ki and mana, and right... over... there!

The small girl with the pale violet hair is standing before you, half in the shadows, half in the light, staring at you with wide eyes that you'd swear were red - or maybe just a shade of off-brown that happens to look red under the arena's lights. Her expression is trying to be a blank mask, but is instead coming across as distinctly spooked.

"What was that?" the girl asks shakily. "What did you do?"