[center][h2][color=aec957]Jen Gibre[/color][/h2][/center]
[right][sub][@13org][@Pezz570][@fetzen][@Jerkchicken][@HokumPocus][@Typical][/sub][/right]

Jen's swift crossing atop the wall would slow as his got closer to the inside of the town. In distance he could see and hear a big fight breaking out. Karina's advice to avoid conflict was just but spoken moments ago, and yet he was already straying from them as his attention focused on the townsfolk and their fight. They were far from an organized and well trained force. Furthermore whatever numbers they had still wouldn't mean much given their foes had strong supernatural powers and actually were trained to fight. Perhaps with enough bodies thrown at them they might slow and overcome the cult, but such a tactic if it could scarcely be called one was distasteful and disrespectful to the lives of these people. He could feel the hairs on his body stand up stiff as a bristle when he saw them fighting a sightless. 

The only thing that would stopping him from acting would also be the thing that would make this fight hard to ignore. A flash, a very bright flash would cover the area he was looking at and overwhelm his sight. A void of radiance flushed out the world around Jen. Luckily for him he wasn't so close as to be hit by the full strength by the crystal jade being broken. When the effect wore off the artificial gloom caused by distortion would be temporarily reversed. The blue sky with minimum clouds and a bright shining sun overhead could be seen. The precious connection the insight severed would lead to a severely weakened sightless becoming overwhelmed by the crowd. In that crowd Jen saw a familiar face, it was Malkev one of their allies against the cult. 

The victory of the crowd over the sightless who died a most pitiful death was fleeting. There was still plenty of cultist, and one looking to avenge the death of their leader had struck a solid blow against the man. Malkev would be downed and Jen would race to the heart of the battle. Jen would make a prodigious leap from one of the rooftops and make a grand sweeping attack against the cultists knocking them all away. The humble green stick would strike swiftly and hard as it swung and thrust its way to Malkev. [color=aec957]"Hey old man, where's your allies at? We need to get you out of here, because there's no way you're going to be able to fight in that condition." [/color]