That was interesting. Also, painful. Karst took the blast in the face and her swing went wild as she fell-- not that there was anything to hit any more. She Blasted at the glittery things that came from it, but her rage didn't hurt them.

"Aargh, I should have seen that coming!" she hissed, checking herself for significant damage. She'd have some interesting bruises and scrapes, but with her Healing Aura, those wouldn't last too long, and she didn't seem to have any broken bones. "I'm okay," she replied cautiously. "Nothing that won't heal in time, except maybe my dignity." But she grinned wryly as she said that. If there was one thing she had to spare, it was pride.

The man had blond hair and a tan, and he fought with a sword and with unfamiliar Psynergy, but it only took a moment's glance to tell he wasn't Isaac, and the girl was a stranger, too. Niether looked like faces she'd seen on the journals, either. That meant they were both new, and possibly allies... or they might be Organization members in disguise. Karst would have smirked if she'd noticed that she was getting as paranoid as her sister these days.

"Are you new?" she asked, knowing full well that the answer would be yes.