[color=662d91][i]We meet again, Hecarim.[/i][/color]

	The voice that resonated through his head surprised Moritz. It echoed several times, reflecting off every corner of his mind, an enticing echo after the initial response. He had never heard it before, and today was weird enough with all of these sudden and new powers that came to him. The fact that the voice spoke was almost enough to break his concentration, but the response of the second voice completely caught him off guard.

	[color=82ca9d][i]Malzahar...you dwell inside a pitiful mortal as well. That will not stop me from crushing your skull with my hands![/i][/color]

	Malzahar? Was that the voice that he was hearing, or did the voices just recognize the power? Doubt crept into his mind, each thought having a contradiction the second it occurred. Each idea was swallowed as if he had spoken underwater, completely engulfed by the endless echoes of the rebuttals and the initial voice in his head. It was maddening. The reverberations just didn't stop, each one seeming to double with each repetition until it filled his while being with horrid voice. 

	[b]THWACK[/b]

	The voices in Moritz' head went quiet as a sphere of ice smacked against the head of the man across from him. His originally composed body was shaking like a leaf, and his limbs felt like they were trapped in sludge.  He then became aware that the movement in his backpack was desperate and frantic, and behind him he could hear fabric tearing. As Moritz tried to step back he saw the man clench his fist and throw a punch that evolved into an abomination of a gauntlet midway. 

	[color=a187be]"SKREEE!"[/color] 

	The Voidling sliced through the backpack with a triumphant cheer before reacting instantly, digging it's needled legs into Moritz's shoulder before it jumped in front of the disfigured metal. A loud crack was heard as the exoskeleton of the Voidling shattered, sending the Void-spawn flying against the wall in a crumpled heap. 

	Moritz's legs could finally move, and he took that moment to disengage himself and get away from the gauntleted figure. He thought of just what that gauntlet would do to him, not breaking eye contact from the hand of his adversary. Then, the glove dissipated and Moritz relaxed, his body and voice still shaking from the enormity of what just took place. 

	[color=92278f]"... truce?"[/color]