Ryah grit his teeth. He could feel the heat seeping through his clothes, burning bright and hot. He let out an involuntary noise, before he managed to shut it down. He wanted to give Kane no quarter, no satisfaction. But the burning was only getting stronger. It wasn't stopping, like a tidal wave, it washed over him, drowning him.<br/><br/>"Look, Carrot Top, I don't know where he is," he spat out, which was the truth, gasping through the pain, the fire that crawled over his skin. He fought through it, fought the screams back, and brought his blade down, raking it through Kane's leg, from hip to knee. It clearly wasn't going to work on him, the neck wound was proof of that but Ryah just needed to distract him. He left the knife where it was, and shoved at Kane before falling to his floor, landing with a dull thud, groaning. He fought through the pain, the fire, the burning and staggered to his feet.<br/><br/>He was out the door and down the hall, his phone in his hand. He managed to send off a text to someone as he stumbled down the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest, his head spinning from the pain. Whatever that thing was, it wasn't human. And Ryah wasn't going to be able to kill it by normal means. But maybe he knew hunters who did.