[b]The man made no motion of pain, despite the searing anguish in his hand... He had trained for this... 23 years of his life put into this work... It had aged him quickly... He was young, but looked like an old army officer...[/b] [i]"Interesting... You are willing to kill a man who hasn't wronged anyone but the blockade in his way... I guess if I don't stop you here... I die."[/i] [b]There was a sort of wisdom to his words, like he knew this was do or die... But he was so calm... So complacent...[/b] [b]Then, he moved his hand, letting go slowly as the skin melted and seared from the acid. But he seemed... Unphased. Quickly, he swept his hand across the air, a wall of red lines suddenly passing in front of him. Priorities first... The Commitments came fist.[/b] [b]He stepped back, quickly motioning to the four men, slowly following behind them as he bought time for them to escape.[/b] [i]"Come now... To place where we can't harm others... I will not stoop to your level."[/i] [b]The man continued to back up down the hall, still facing Desmond as the floor slowly reformed. Looked like his ability to change the environment only lasted so long, and Desmond's sidearm slowly regained its weight. Whoever he was... He wasn't a villain... He cared about life... If anything, he resembled Chloe... Gentle and quiet demeanor... The difference was his will to fight.[/b]