She was facing the new girl. A slight advantage on both sides then, since the two didn't know each others power. So Sucorra had the element of surprise on her side, at least. Tilting her head to the side, she examined the girl. She didn't seem to know much about fighting, or been in many. Striking first, she reached out her hand which was now covered in a purple-black fog toward the girl. The fog immediately rushed to her, latching on. Sucorra smirked; the girl must have no idea what she just did. Now with her temporarily cursed with misfortune as well, they were both at a disadvantage.