Lucas clutched his head and wobbled from side to side, unable to hear Mikhael's call. But Ezekial took the boy's warning with absolute credibility and dived after Lucas, toppling the boy to the floor. Mikhael's used Henry's spear to stab at the smoke, which initially seemed to do nothing, but as it missed Lucas' body, the stream retracted and disappeared. Ezekial stood up and pulled Lucas to his feet as well, but the man was still awfully woozy, and the smoke around them showed no signs of fading. "What in blazes was that?" Ezekial hissed, turning to Mikhael, "I couldn't see it, but I [i]felt[/i] devilish intent over my shoulder!" Lucas stumbled past Ezekial toward Mikhael, but tripped over a nearby root, and fell face-first to the forest floor, unconscious. "What.."

	Lucas was overcome by the mist, whatever it was. But it didn't affect Mikhael or Ezekial. It had to be some sort of magic that affected one based on some kind of resistance, but what was Lucas lacking in that Ezekial and Mikhael excelled at?

	"Mikhael, is the mist still here?" Ezekial asked calmly, darting his eyes from left to right in a slight panic. The eye above them retreated into the trees once more, turning back into a normal flower, and the snake-like mist was nowhere to be seen.