Arkan was kicked in the head hard enough for him to rip his hand back to his side. For a brief second he stood up and then was attacked again, this time by roots. They hauled him away from the bar, away form the magic and back out into the street. The sirens were very close now and anyone who looked up at the road would see the two dead police officers.

The roots wrapped around him fiercely, restricting his movement as the girl he desperately wanted to consume walked out to meet him. He became silent, unwavering as she spoke. He did not give any sign that he could understand what she was saying. Then she stopped.

Arkan managed to free a hand and touch the vines, they slowly withered and died. Since they were made of magical means, they contained some trace of it and enough was found to be consumed. As they dropped to his feet he was now free once again and this time, he was not gentle about his approach. He lunged at the girl before him, trying to embrace her in an icy touch.