<span style="font-style: italic">And this was a poor idea</span>Akiada thought as the mist flushed red and whirled around him like a tornado. He yelped as it whipped at him, suddenly regretting his action as it seemed to have turned the mist almost into some sort of smoking tendriled blender. The wolf ducked down by the chair and pedestal, hoping it could shelter him some.