As Grey awaited the bandits to attack and probably kill him, he noticed something... odd.

Shadows didn't normally move like that, did the- HOLY SHIT THEY'RE TEARING HIM APART.

Grey watched in disbelief as the shadows ripped the bandit nearly to shreds (Stubborn bastard had enough meat to survive, apparently. What the fuck have these bandits been eating?) The other bandits were naturally horrified at this, and the victim was now writhing around on the ground to demonstrate. If Grey had to guess these ignorant jackasses thought magic was all fireballs and lightning, and this was some kind of terrible phenomena rather than just particularly nasty combat magic. Grey turned and saw the mage from earlier, who just demonstrated his status as a Shaman. Apparently the bandits hadn't seen him yet, and Grey's bulk coupled with all the smoke and the bandits' less than exemplary eyesight would likely keep him concealed if he didn't move.

Turning back, a downright predatory grin was plastered on his face as he got an idea. [b]"Hey, mage."[/b] Grey hissed to Ereshk. [b]"When I snap my fingers, finish him off. Not till then. And don't let them see you."[/b] Grey finished. Then he laughed. [b]"Now, do you miserable piles of excrement see!?!"[/b] He shouted in grandiose manner. [b]"I am the reaper, come to harvest you worthless souls! That was but a taste of my awesome power! In fact, I could have the shadows rend you to nothing with but a SNAP OF MY FINGERS!!!"[/b] At that, Grey Raised his hand out in front of him and snapped his fingers. [i]I hope those bandits run, if they don't they'll destroy us... Where are you Alika?[/i]