[center][h1]Dirty Bastard & [color=a187be]Sightless Syella[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] The man was pretty confident in performing his strike with the staff at Syella. He had wounded her and was now dashing back at her to knocked her over. He wasn't sure if he'd win the fight as opposed to merely keep her occupied till something happened to give the group an opening to move on. Then that man, if only he could remember it right now, he spoke about the jade candle and smashing it. New change of plan, that lunge to her legs would now be channeled into a spinning headbutt. Just as he made the transition to the new move, the fingers they speared through the flesh. "Good job..." He stood up with a quaver in the wounded leg. This was going to start hurting once the booze, numbing oil, and adrenaline wore off. He was still going to be having some trouble moving around now as having punctures in your legs is wont to do. He could feel the blood spurting out and down his leg. He need to press on to get that candle! After all, what good would all that training and conditioning do if this was the thing that defeated him? He took a breath as he leaned on his staff bending it as he used it to launch himself towards that rooftop. The man fell and stumbled on the roof, but at least the crystal was in hand. Syella would soon be following no doubt trying to kill or capture him. He let go of the staff as he slowly got up with some difficulty from that leg. Its wounded state made it tricky for him to get up but he managed. His fists were balled in a peculiar manner. His index, middle finger, and thumb were curled into hooks and he was swaying a bit. He waited. [hr] Syella smiled cruelly as she felt her fingers pierce through flesh. "Good job..." The man said to her. Syella's smile only deepened. The poor fool... She wasn't done ye- Syella's head jerked up in mid-thought. Something... something had changed... The Insight... the immedaite possible futures it showed her... one by one they were winking out... No... they were simply going blank. [color=a187be]"What..."[/color] She muttered in genuine surprise. That's when she heard the Tempraisionist speak. [color=00aeef]"The... The Candle!"[/color] he shouted. [color=00aeef]"Someone get the Candle! We... we need to... we need to smash it..."[/color] [i][color=a187be]What candle? What did he mean?[/color][/i] She wondered. The futures disappearing at an increased in pace. Sightless Syella felt panic rise inside her chest. The panic of uncertainty. Fear of the unknown. The man she wounded launched himself away from her, reaching for something on the rooftop. Something... invisible to the Insight. [color=a187be]"Wha... what are you doing?"[/color] Syella asked, her voice wavering. The man lifted the object off the ground, and all at once, the futures went blank. All, except one... A future of the man bleeding out. Dead, by her hands. An itch crawled up from the bottom of Syella's spine to the top of her neck. An outside force pressuring her. Forcing her to action. [color=a187be]"NO!"[/color] Syella screamed. What she needed to do was clear. She had to kill this man! He needed to die before it was too late! Sightless Syella shot her sharpened fingers towards the man's head, but her window of opportunity had already past. The remaining future went blank. [hr] He swayed to one side disappointed she did not chase after him. The attack having missed him, he swung back again with an outstretched hand. A brilliant light emananted from the fighter's fist. Motes of luminscent dust drifted out his grip like dazzling embers. He tried to look away but the brightness was overpowering. In the opening created by the light he took advantage to get out. As fast as he could he hobbled his way to the group's general vicinity. He hurriedly took a swig from his gourd. It was starting to hurt real bad and his movement was worsening. To his horror the gourd was emptied quick. Another gourd, then another, they too were barely full. He gritted his teeth, this was going to be a rough day.