Luke held his breath for a second, and then let out a suppressed sigh. Just what were the options? Sit there and die? Or run at a wall, and [i]die?[/i] "Everyone is still fighting," Luke finally gasped at the end of his sigh, "And I saw it, then. When that guy came down, after Jeff killed Ada off. There was something up with his hair, and his attitude. I can't put my finger on it, but..."

	Elise stepped forward and slapped Jenso hard across the face. Luke shut up immediately, and glared at them both. Then she turned towards Luke, and slapped [i]him[/i] across the face. He recoiled back and grabbed his jaw. "Now 'aint that a familiar feeling," He moaned in pain. Elise turned back to Jenso and stared at him. She couldn't talk, but her eyes spoke volumes. With one had, and made a fist and placed it over her heart.

	"Po'er" She groaned, unable to speak properly. "Bu'.. Wai'" Luke understood it clear as day. She looked back to him, expecting some sort of translation.

	"I'm not gonna stop you, Jenso. We don't have any time to talk this out. But your mother's right." He placed his hand on his chest and frowned. "Power doesn't mean anything, if you aren't patient. That guy's eyes are somethin' else. Trying to trick him isn't going to work. But the only kind of people that hide behind a shield, are the kind that don't take too well to gettin' hit."