[color=ed1c24]"I don't care,"[/color] The man spat, raising a hand towards Jenso and firing a blast of red energy in his direction. In an instant, he was launched over to the edge of the arena, and overcome by a severely draining feeling that seemed to pull away at his arcane energy, [i]and[/i] his Ki. Mikey and Lark immediately jumped towards him and stood between Jenso and the newcomer. [color=ed1c24]"I'd advise you listen to him. The last thing I need is to hear him [i]speaking[/i] again."[/color]

	"We're not going anywhere, man!" Mikey shouted, getting into a combat stance. Lark nodded and rose his blade.

	"Sorry kid, I aint about to let anyone else I care about die to one of these freaks," Lark announced, looking to Mikey with a smile, "Name's Lark, by the way. You were.. Mikey?" Mikey looked to him and nodded. The red-draped man's eyes narrowed.

	[color=ed1c24]"Am I being ignored?"[/color] He asked, charging an inordinate amount of energy within his gut. His entire body began to glow with a crimson aura, but Mikey and Lark wouldn't budge.

	"We've got your back, Jenso!"
	"We've got your back, Jenso!"