Aimard clenched his teeth as he was knocked backward by the kick, and a second later umbral energies had manifested around him, blocking his vision even as they solidified, imprisoning him in a solid cage that would easily hold any man, but not him. The shadow had began to dissipate even as they contacted his ensorcelled armor that negated the energy that held them together.<br/><br/>Aimard's fingers curled tightly around the handle of his blade and he swung it in a wide arc, cutting through the already weakened shadows as if they were plain air. The shadows dissipated as he brought up his revolver, expecting a target that was readying a new attack that very instant, but his opponent was nowhere to be seen. He had disappeared in the scant instant Aimard had been both restrained and blinded. "Coward," he spat, driving his sword down a groove on the back of his armor.<br/><br/>"More armed personnel to every exit of the facility," he barked into a microphone wired into his armored helmet. "Umbrakinetic is on the loose. Engage target only in well-lit areas." Aimard set into a run further down the hallway even as his message was transmitted to the security centers. By hook or by crook, that umbrakinetic was going to return to his cell; where he had always belonged.