A simple nod was all he could offer Ambrose at this point.  He was ready to get this over with and steal a staff that didn't belong to them but some creature that wanted power.  Was he truly no better than Codal?  Did Ambrose see him as just another creature bent on destroying and spreading chaos?  He'd only allowed his power to seep out when they were in trouble or needed help in different situations, but then why did his power not come when he faced the demon?  Why had he been so weak against the demonic force?  Why had he allowed it to damage him?  Caleb shook his head as he tried to focus knowing that if he didn't get it together, they could die in this temple.  

Ambrose moved forward and Caleb followed.  The sound of crunching bone filled his ears and he closed his eyes briefly to push the sound to the back of his senses while his orbs floated in an atomic pattern around him illuminating the way with the help of Ambrose's orb of light.  Caleb really didn't know what he could do to fix Ambrose's view of him.  He often thought about the kiss they'd shared that night, and how things had gone so far south after that moment.  Sighing, he didn't realize that they had stepped into an open area until Ambrose spoke exclaiming that they had made it.  The staff was in front of them giving off dangerous power.

"Ambrose I don't..." was all Caleb could get out before Ambrose dropped and Caleb's eyes widened in shock.  He cursed and rushed to Ambrose examining the situation.  There was a gap between them.  The floor had opened up beneath Ambrose and it seemed that Ambrose was dangling, holding on to whatever edge he could.  Caleb's mind began processing various scenarios as he tried to figure out what to do.  [i]I can save him if you let me have fun.[/i] The inner voices spoke to him and he shook his head.  He focused and moved his hand expertly.  Thrusting his hand forward he utilized magic to grab Ambrose.  The energy wrapped around Ambrose and lifted him, though it drained Caleb.  When Ambrose was safe Caleb collapsed to one knee and groaned.  The display of power earlier with the Magaldors and now with saving Ambrose was straining his body.  Caleb was strong, he was proficient in magic, but he had to remember that every spell weaved, every bit of mana used came with a price.

His nose bled slightly but he picked himself up and wiped it away.  "Be careful," he said to Ambrose regaining his composure.