So. Fighting wasn't going to cut it. Talking was a way to pass the time. Kalki could kill them right here and now, but she was taking her time to gloat like some first-rate outlaw. In this case, said outlaw could deflect bullets, which made it much more troublesome.

Rewriting reality wasn't too bad if done for the proper reason, but from what he had seen of her, it had to be for selfish reason. This wasn't like his own powers to keep things organized for the sake of the universe.

With her just standing there, not making a move, it was difficult to predict her moved. Mordecai hated being unable to read people, and that is why he was uncharacteristically quiet, pulled the back of his robes over the back of his legs, and sat on the ground. His hands folded to cover his mouth while he focused on a Premonition.