[b]The Inquisitor scowled, his eyes staying focused forward as he made a slight motion with his hands, dark red lines snaking down his legs as they crawled across the ground in all directions...[/b] [i]"Even now, humans prevail in their weaknesses... Damn be the name of your mockery. Lowly race."[/i] [b]But... He had protection. Desmond would meet a body full of pain if he dared tread one of the lines... But rather than stand still, the Inquisitor began to move forward, the lines following him as he went.[/b]