[b][right]BANK OF THE WEST[/right][/b]

Conor spat blood as he was pushed back into the corner. Grabbing his hand around his wrist, his thumb and forefinger tapped two symbols on his radius and ulna bones. Blue sparkling energy built up in the palm of his hands, he pulled his hand back along his forearm and the energy built up. The goons eyes widened behind his mask, as Conor released his arm the energy shot out from his hand at the target. Burning a hole through his shirt, he was knocked back and down towards the grown. He reached into his pocket and pulled out another one of the patches. Dashing forward Conor slapped it out of his hand and along the ground, jumping back he brought his elbow on the skull of his opponent. His eyes rolled back and dazed over. 

Conor tapped the sigils on his arms and legs, the blue energy dissipating as a wave of exhaustion hit him. He couldn't keep up this use of magic. Muscles weren't really meant to be pushed past their breaking point on this level. Reaching down he grabbed the goons' wrists, reaching into his bag with his other hand he grabbed a stone and placed it between the man's wrists. Tapping the rune on top of it, the stone appeared to duplicate creating a pair of handcuffs joined by the same glowing energy as most of Conors magic, binding the man's wrists together. Grabbing another stone he saw an opening, as one of the Goons was pushed back by the person who was fighting them, grabbing another stone he slid it along the floor, acting as a grenade as it went between his legs blue lighting arched up hitting the target. Weakning him for the final blow.

They were getting there, slowly and surely.