The shot was slow but precise. Stian was feeling drowsy after the fact but he ignored it. He threw out a few more punches, bringing the count to 15. One of them glowed the same bright blue, but it felt much more negative. The color was the same but the energy was much darker. "[i]tarraingt ó chroí dubh na diabhail[/i]" The shot of darkness flung forward and contacted with Nora.