Slick Blackhand had always had a penchant for getting himself into trouble. He was one of the younger Shadowmages, and wasn't exactly the scholarly type. He liked danger and all things dangerous. Now it seemed that it was the perfect time. However, even his subtly hyper streak dissipated when he saw the man 'reveal' himself - or itself? - to the hooded woman. He immediately sent out an arcane ripple to his comrades, who grudgingly came to his side. Once they saw the Taggerung's true form, everyone knew what they had to do. They each materialized one by one, making sure to keep their faces beneath their hoods - and simultaneously hurled a ball of black fire at the white abomination.