The storm died down, and with it, the light, though electricity still crackled in the air, making hairs stand on end. The rakghoul mob hesitated; it wouldn't be long before they rolled in again, a wave of chaos and madness and claws. Procion drew a strained breath, face twisting in a silent snarl. Against his red skin, the blood from his wounds was barely visible, but as his lips drew back, his teeth were stained red, and from the way his hand shook as he raised it to join in Johte's effort, it was obvious he'd spent the bulk of his energy on that lightning display.<br/><br/>He didn't protest though, nor make any other sound beyond a faint grunt as he channeled the Force to help topple the stone column, this time without show or flourish. "I hope you have a plan," he said in a quiet, gruff voice, letting his eyes fall shut as he concentrated.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>