The killer screamed another similar formula, just as the ones who stayed behind raised the alarm. The man who was hurt earlier joined his voice to theirs, and the camp started to buzz with the sound of voices coming nearby. Aevala noticed his legs pulsing, as if the flesh under the clothes was changing in some way; Kalaj would be able to shed light on it, if the Jaka manhunter wasn't looking far above his waistline, to the outstretched hand where he was aiming.<br/>Almost at the same time, Kalaj's dagger knocked away the thing the man was holding, and stuck into a nearby tent's pole. The thing, which looked more and more like an icon, was still dangling from the blade.<br/>But then, things started to go wrong. Aevala connected, but when the blade ripped his clothes to reach the now-glowing skin, she felt a sudden force pushing against it, slowing its deadly course through the man's body. Nobody can tell if she was able to inflict any damage at all, but there wasn't too much blood. Indeed, the man seemed to use the force to move with an almost unnatural speed further away from her. He seemed to be running almost as fast as an equs, covering over 30 feet between two blinks of a human's eye.<br/>The light was still giving him up, but he was increasing the distance rapidly. "Heathens, you'll feel the wrath of the Almighty for destroying his image!", he shouts without turning back. "And I'll be his hand!"