<span style="color: #0040FF"><span style="font-style: italic">Damn... They're still too far away...</span> Delancey cursed. They didn't even leave a trace. How was he suposed to reach his friends without a path to follow?<br/>Then he heard screams...<br/>"The blind girl... Reed..." he whispered in realization. With his fatigue forgotten, he ran towards the sound, his vision changing once again to reds and blues. He immediately swung at the closest red and made contact.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">She could see them now, they were mages. And their leader had an opague ball in his hand and a black knife hovering over it. Reed thrashed against the invisible bonds restraining her in a crusifix position against the tree.</span><br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><span style="font-style: italic">Now Demon Spawn, you shall feel the suffering you have wroght onto this land...</span></span><span style="color: #FFFF00">The leader said as if whispering in her ear, before drawing a line on the sphere with the knife. A searing pain erupted from under her left boot. She could feel it soak with sticky blood and she started screaming before the pain from the second cut, this time it came from her right forearm, stole it from her lips.</span><br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><span style="font-style: italic">Yes, Demon Spawn, yes... Feel how the land and its peoples grieve at your evil glee...</span></span>