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[center][h3]Izrah[/h3][/center]

Izrah nearly had a heart attack when the arbites kicked the door down, between the crash of the door and arbites shouting snapped him out of his trance. He then realized that there where several others in the bar that where not there earlier, and they where shooting at the officers. 'Great' he thought, 'probably going to die in the cross fire.' He needed to act, else he would be killed... or worse, captured. 'Im not a soldier. Im a medicae Psyker... what can i do.'

As soon as the thought crossed his mind there was a stab from an unknown source into the side of his head. 'DECAY' the word was not so much heard as stamped into his mind with the authority of a deity, a declaration of truth. He could rot small things like plants and transient materials, but how does that help... He noticed the wood making up the entry way. Maybe it would be enough. 

He stood and threw his arms out at the entrance and reached for his power, it was always close, his infection made sure of that. As he reached for the power he felt himself talking.. no, shouting. damn it. [color=lightgreen]"Pestilence shall snuff out every star!"[/color] He felt the vile energies in his mind like he had filled his skull with tar and sewage. The arbites where locked in the brief firefight and did not notice him shouting over the reports of gunfire and that he was in a dark corner out of their direct line of sight. 

Above and around them the wood started to blacken and wood worms started writhing along the surface eating their way into the wood. It was a slower process that Izrah would have liked, He pushed his power harder and felt a vessel pop in his nose and fluid run down his face. It lacked the sharp metallic scent of blood and had a scent more akin to pus leaking from an infection. His power worked, one of the beams on the door cracked and fell into the door way, bashing an arbites out of the way into the bar, but trapping his friends outside for a few moments. 

Izrah took the opportunity to run, hoping the stunned Arbites would be down for a little while as he made his escape out the back like the mutant and other person had. He got half way across the bar before the strain took its toll on him, he faltered mid step and began to fall. he was out cold before he hit the floor, a thin trail of bloodied pus leaking from his nose.