It took him a bit to really get a handle on what he was sensing. There wasn't any ki involved, as expected, but there was definitely a psychic element. And yet, while he could sort of block out the psychic energy with a mental shield, the effect still grew stronger. That implied there was more to it. Straining his senses, trying to remember the rudimentary magical instruction he'd gotten from Aiden all those years ago, the feeling of.. magic dansed at the edge of his senses. It was like trying to read braille with a telescope, so the best he could do was recognize it was braille, not what it actually said.
So it was a two-pronged atta--
...damn, she smelled good.
...
Totoma mentally paused and, for once in his life, examined that seemingly stray thought. Yeah, she smelled good, but her very scent was intoxicating in a way that...
Weren't there things he'd learned about in school like... ten years ago that could have that sort of effect? Something from biology. Fieromoms? Feromoans?
Oh, Pheromones! Yeah, usually
Steadying his breath, he strained his psychic senses towards the... very... very appealing scent, and, indeed, he could feel psychic energy almost wafting through the air, attached to something drifting from her, to him and the others. If he could actually sense magical energy properly, he was willing to bet it'd be attached to the scent too. So that made it a
three-pronged attack.
As his impression of what was happening became more concrete, his psychic senses, untrained as they were, had more to work with, and a flash of psychic intuition hit him! One had to block out all three or it'd somehow have the full effect. Great... but how? He could block out two of the three--barrier would stop the pheromones, and he could block out the psychic portion... probably... but while he could kinda-sorta sense magic if he put his mind to it, he couldn't actually counteract it.
...well, he could always explode her clothes with magic, but that would probably just make things worse. But dear god did he want to do it.
Reaching out, he put one hand on Sarada's shoulder and the other on Nevanlinna's.
So, uh... you two pin her down and I'll pound her until she's sati--ggsgdsg, no, damn it. DAMN IT, THINK OF KARINE
Focusing on the image of Karine--his very loving and sexy wife--along with him and... She Who Stalks. And this got sent to both of the people he was mentally connected with.
Totoma's expression blanked for a moment, and then both were assaulted with a...
mental depiction of a number of Totomas running around a room screaming about... muffins. (Muffins instead of heresy). As the scene was engulfed in chaos and fire, one Totoma finally found it: the muffin button!
He pushed it again and again, filling the room--nay, Totoma's entire mental universe with muffins. And then that mental universe exploded, granting Totoma...
Post-Muffin Clarity
She's got some sort of psychic-magical pheromone ability that makes her muffins especially delicious! I can't block out muffins! DO SOMETHING
What. Nevanlinna was absolutely befuddled by... whatever had just been inflicted upon her by Totoma. Oddly enough, however, its absolutely absurdity seemed to have distracted her from whatever SWS was doing to her.
I mean magic! Scent's easy, and I can block out psychic energy, but the only magic I know is a spell to explode clothing, and... that's not gonna help at all.
...get out of my--our--heads. You're proving even more distracting than She Who Stalks, in far more perplexing ways.
Nevanlinna grumbled and brushed away Totoma's hand, waving her hand as she cast her
Null Magic Field. Totoma, for his part took a deep breath, focused his mind, and imagined three giant muffins surrounding him, Sarada, and Nevanlinna, blocking out the psychic portion of the power. Hopefully Sarada had finally learned how to craft some layered shields to filter out the pheromones... or they were doomed!
Doomed to a life of sexy slavery!