*Malice just looked over*<br/>"forget it, he is not waking up, unless there is another airhole in him and i dont feel like finding out where. I have a keen eye for things..."<br/>*holds up hand and blackness surrounds it and turns into a fireball, the street lights flicker and shut off. Malices eyes could be seen, barely*<br/>"and this is my power, not inhereted or at least i dont think so, unless my father was a dragon who was proficient in the dark arts or my mother was a black sage...i was taught this craft from a wizard who saw potential, until he was killed...he did teach me many things though" Malices smile was seen as his fangs glistened in the moonlight