"The sword keeps me in control." He said with as much reassurance as he could offer them, as he began to tap into the power once again, Shadows raining from the ground up, consuming body, after body of falling drow, as if they were never there. he grinned a bit, "Not often i get to show my true colors on the field. Red and Black, mixed with silver." He said as he spun again, and cut the head off one of the drow, and a shadow opened up and ate it through the air, the body dropping into the ground and disappearing.<br/><br/>He then took his short swords and began dancing through the last bit of them outside, for now. Slash, hack, stab, stab, stab, slash.