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	".......Hehehehehe...Somebody...stop..me!" Tiny roars, his powers finally channeled with no one to really stop him, a pillar of blue light shoots into the air,  beacon to ALL there. This power would bring a head ache to Rex, his undead form feeling assaulted by the surge of life energy. IT would be like someone was taking a hammer to his skull. No serious damage, but quite painful. Quite obviously, he'd want to go mess with Tiny, as Tiny is causing him quite a great amount of pain.
	 To Valentus, as his eyes began to flutter shut, a power to defy chaos would be felt. But, he'd not know this power before his life drips from his grasp...but this would not be the end for him, quite yet. At least, not totally, within this story...more on him, later. 
	Micheal could see this great blue light, and feel a tingle in the air, much like that of what he felt with the staff. A power that could mend wounds, heal sicknesses. Many times he'd had the touch of healing magic mend wounds he had out on the battle field..but never so strong they did this! Such a powerful mage may be a great ally in this coming darkness. Micheal need only look into the sky to see where this mystery man was. Would he venture forth to find this man? Or would he flee in what appears a moment of peace?
	Mithias, laid resting, and alive by the powers of Valentus. Pain ached though him, and his mind was still recovering from the powers forced into it..but he could still feel something about to happen. A great event, the tension was even in the air! A crackling power, a great light! All such nonsense, such confusion. Hasn't enough happened to him today? Well, that's for him to decide, isn't it?
	Now, for Stephen/Shaco, things would be different depending on who was in control. Should the boy Stephen be in control, what would feel to be a calming embrace of some sort wash over him, for he was far closer to Tiny than anyone else. This feeling would remove the ache in his muscles, the strain in his tendons. All his physical woes would wash away, under the tide of this power. The blue light emanating from Tiny would be almost blinding, yet not harm his eyes to gaze upon. A pillar of blue flame? No, blue energy? Maybe. He'd not be able to tell with ease....But...if Shaco was in control, it'd be a burning agony. As if someone set him ablaze with a mystic fire, one that didn't burn away the nerves, only tortured them with further pain. The culprit? Tiny, of course. For his healing powers were healing Stephen..and in turn, trying to remove Shaco. A parasite with benefits he may be, but a parasite all the same. It was not a symbiotic relationship in total truth..far from it, at least to Tiny's powers. The mystical materials making up Shaco would begin to give way to muscle and tissues, bones and veins. It would be a kind of pain that came along with the possibility of one's death. A mental pain, one screaming for him to save himself. To him, to gaze into the blue inferno that was Tiny would be like sticking hot pokers into your eyes......
	As for our forth dimensional friend..he'd feel nothing more than a chill breeze. Odd. This man seems to have lit himself on blue fire? No, that's just energy acting strangely. Odd. Well, he's free to do as he wishes. Of course, what that means..I have no effing idea.
	Now, would someone step forwards now that the deamon where gone to assist or stop Tiny? His power seems nearly enacted. Should he not be stopped soon, who knows what may happen?