"In the immediate area there are currently no spirits. Now by immediate I mean about roughly twenty meters in each direction." Themisto blinked two times with both eyes, glaring directly Lynx as he stopped "If there is not --" Themisto began but was interrupted by him "The illusions casted oddly were able to falter my ability to pick up on frequency of a spirit. It's possible the person behind them was already prepared for someone with my ability."
Themisto sighed, looking down, and replied "The frequency of a spirit... Falter... well... we could try to reduce this noise--" a silhouette appeared behind her. Themisto's eyes focused on her feet for a second and she noticed a shadow coming for the kill, instinctively the horned-girl quick-reacted, generating a light construct in the shape of a claymore that born from her wand-like stone. A swift rotation on her own Z-axis, brandishing this sword with one hand, the blade transpassed the one who was behind. It fell cold on the ground. There was no blood, only a glowing cut. "Well, that was a close one!"