[i]"I take it you were the kid on the playground that spent her time with a weight in her hand, rather than playing hide or seek?" Natalie stood up from her crouched position in the bush. Her Catalyst went from a small space into a thinner, elongated staff with the press of a button on its blackened hilt, and she stood with it like a walking stick. One that was as tall as her, at that. [/i]