First to appear was his hand, bare and caked in dried blood... The rest of his nearly naked form soon emerging from thin air with a shimmer. Holding it up, he inspected the device... Circular with four serated points, each intended to snag in flesh and clothing, the center filled with a thick, metalic shell, a red button of sorts at the middle on both sides. Looking it over, he lifted and shook it next to his ear, or what was left of his ear, and after hearing no sound, stored it in the waistband of his boxers. "One, of many... It's a bomb." He explained, eyeing her expectantly for a time... "Stealth, comes in three forms... You must master the first, before trying the second... Being able, to even half perform, the final form, while admirable, is ill adviced... Before you can stealth Mystically, you must stealth mentally, and before mentally, you must do so physically..." he spread his gaunt arms wide, gesturing all around them.<br/><br/>"Darkness, even by mundane means, can hide us. Try this, with normal shadows... Dark clothing, and hiding behind objects, these are the building blocks, of physical stealth... Do not levy your mind, with drawing up, the shadows... Humble them, and in time, they shall humble you..." Stepping backwards into a shadow, moving like one of the blotches of dark against hte wall, pressing his pale white form flush with teh mortar and stone... Nimble, ducking around, under and about pillars and tapestry... Clearly, he had been doing this for a long time... Perhaps before his first death even.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>