The armored figure took a step forward once again ready to strike, but he was very quickly stopped by the realization that Valarinth was no longer there. He growled angrily, though he was cautious and fearful.<br/><br/>"Jack," a voice said. "What did you do to yourself?"<br/><br/>He didn't respond verbally. Instead, he tore off his helmet to reveal a red-eyed, oddly shaped skull on his shoulders.<br/><br/>From the darkness, a vixen descended on him. She caressed his face and it slowly grew into that of Jack Wolffe.<br/><br/>"You really messed yourself up."<br/><br/>"I did it because..."<br/><br/>"I was never really his to give."<br/><br/>"I didn't know that."<br/><br/>She sighed.<br/><br/>"I know," she said. "But you're going to have to repair some of the damage you've done."<br/><br/>"I haven't destroyed anything," he protested.<br/><br/>"I meant the damage to yourself."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Tyr watched as the figure disappeared. He showed little surprise and then no concern from behind a smile. He was more concerned with the mana from Valarinth and the awkward attraction he felt to it. Cautiously, he drifted over to her and waited for some sign to come from her.