[b]Sable Rhodroth - [color=red]Wretched One[/color][/b]

Ethereal light vanished into the air as the teleporter finished its job, leaving Sable amongst a bunch of crazed guildmates. He sidestepped a feral slash from Cynthia out of instinct, his eyes narrowing in her on hysterical expression. Something was off, everyone that had just arrived was acting like dogs in a corner and that didn't even begin to explain the sudden color change of his scarf. He gripped the black scaled-cloth. 

He had to figure out what was going on but he wanted to save Cynthia first. It would be tough, especially if it seemed like she'd be attacking him with everything she had. He'd have to do something to snap her out of it but what? 

Smashing his fist together, flames barreled over his forearms before releasing outwards in the form of a shocking but harmless heatwave. "Wake up, Cyn! I need you on my team!" he yelled out.