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As negotiations broke down, the exhausted Locke gave a quick shake of the head. What a pain this all turned out to be. His temporary companions were tolerable. This new group, in fact, was significantly less so. They wore betrayal on their sleeves, especially with what the more-savage-than-the-other-savages said. As negotiations started, Locke wasn't one to idly do nothing. He thought about how to win a fight, if it came to it. Shock and awe; be the first one to strike. The plan was about as simple as they could be. In an instant, debilitate a member to take them out of a fight. The no-longer climbing Cecilia was back on the floor, so his fairy naturally returned to his side.

Something caught him off guard. When Glum pointed at the alley, Locke took a glance too. Almost invisible, but a boy was concealed. Magical invisibility? Was he an ally of the other group or just a third party looking to get in on it? Whatever. He wasn't with him. He didn't care. Then, eruption.

From the ground, a new figure appeared: a girl and her blob. Was she an enemy too? Judging by the stunned looks of Hawklen and Krenna, no. Someone who came out now was either a complete idiot or a slightly less complete idiot. Either way, coming out and instantly smiling meant that (for now) she wouldn't be a threat. Probably. Well, time was of the essence.

Taking a deep breath and advantage of the chaos, Locke unleashed a flurry of attacks. Swiftly, his body twisted as his hand collected a fist-sized rock. Without so much as thinking about the accuracy, he horked it at the "invisible" figure. While he could vaguely see the boy, he actually didn't care about hitting him. More so to warn him that his invisibility wouldn't work on him. Without stopping his body's rotation, he spun to face the opposing party. The words already escaped his lips by that time.

[color=EB9B40]“Sek omoz!”[/color] He yelled with considerable vigor. 

With his endurance kept in reserve, his right hand struck the ground. A black crack quickly moved through the ground like lightning and, in front of the Bard's opposing party, erupted into a cone of black smoke. Impenetrably thick, the magic smoke was enough to obscure vision as a sheet of pitch had been placed in front on one's eyes. It didn't help that those who breathed in the magic were inflicted with a distressing languidity.

But he didn't stop there. At the same time as the black smoke formed, his fairy was ever attentive at his back.

With a quick point of Locke's finger, the luminous fairy by his side instantly knew what he wanted. In an instant, two balls of lights formed in the fairy's hands as she pointed them towards their target: Glum's eyes. Instantaneously, twin blasts of light designed to sear retinas cut through the smoke in an attempt at blinding Glum. Such a move was only punctuated by the fact that such a black smoke cloud was ever-so-slightly translucent for the summoner's eyes.

Magic was unlike the more physical nature of combat. A warrior could sway a fight just as much as a mage, but there was one key difference: a warrior was predictable. Mages, on the other hand, had a toolbox of spells designed just for the occasion. If he were able to blind the wizard, then he wouldn't be able to cast his magic. Less magic meant more predictability.