"Keep talking," Itou said, already turning and moving to the lift. His wrist snapped up as he slid to the side, the blood at his feet tugging him along. As his arm's extension completed, several blobs of blood extended, each forming a disk to catch the glass bits for but a moment as his body rotated, his other arm extending and his fingers curling inwards, as though trying to compress the air in his palm. He quickly realized the man's diabolic device was still at work, his hand rotating, his palm now facing downwards, blood and water flowing up above the man, growing in volume until it quickly surrounded him in a sphere of deep red. The top half caved in, more adding to its volume as he fought to drown the man in a suspended pool of blood.<br/><br/>"Nitesh." He tilted his head, indicating that she should be the one to deal the killing blow. For a brief second, then, right at that moment when he turned his head, he thought he saw a flicker of a shadow, the edge of his vision flickered orange for a second but was dismissed as the throbbing pain in his head.