[spoiler]one thing. Eyasluna, not Hawkmoon. Although I get it[/spoiler] John's feet pounded against the ground. The echoing of the boots against stone were lost in the fog. "This is bad," John said to himself in his head, "Very very bad. I have no idea what the Darkness spewed out but I could feel it. The power coiling off of them. It made the Taken look positively bright." He could hear no footsteps behind him but he knew they were there. And they wanted him. He needed to do something to help him get out. Something anything. He jumped into the air and turned around, now floating backwards. "Slabhraí de ceangailteach" Coils of arc energy erupted from the ground and wrapped around the silhouettes. It appeared almost as if they would be stopped, but then the runes that burned in the air were consumed by the fog and the coils vanished. "Damnittttt" He turned and ran again, while he was forced to use the platforms, the silhouettes just floated closer and closer. "Alright, if magic doesn't work on them, maybe I can use it on myself" John, while continuing to run, placed a hand on his chest and spoke, "A dheonú dom laus" A small rune burned on his chest and he was able to run 3 times the speed of a normal Guardian. He hoped it would be enough to escape.