"Oh... Don't be too worried, I have pushed harder before," Rachel replied to Fate and gave a tight smile, four glowing eyes in her face. "But I'll be feeling it in the morning."
She located the source of the trouble, the true Mordu, and fixed the point in her mind. Opening the portal for the Seraphim, the back of her mind worried at the question who gave a second rate player this kind of abundance? The cost was steep for someone for this little fireworks display. Go. He's distracted and left himself wide open. Overconfidence or something else?