Allen would grin as his opponents came inside his weapon's chains, and here the light from the sun would reduced due to the chains blocking the sun, as well as the shade of the tree. Allen's visage looked different than it had in the sunlight. He was taller, and the shadows were unnaturally thicker around the boy. [b]"Don't you know what a trap is?"[/b] He yanked hard on Myth's handle, and the chains would begin to close back down around the other two miesters, his fear wavelength becoming more intense due to their proximity to a conduit for it. Allen would grin quite creepily at the two, though he somewhat expected them to find some way out of this attack, and if they didn't, well. Practice was practice, wasn't it? [i]Even if it had to be forced upon them.[/i]