[b]The Inquisitor kept his eyes clamped shut as he plummeted, the swords sinking into the first layers of his flesh, the bright red blood seeping out.[/b] [b]But he didn't try to retaliate, his steely expression unchanging.[/b] [b]Slowly, the atmosphere began to catch the two, flames catching both as the Inquisitor is slowly burned, Desmond likewise... Then they began to pick up speed... Lost of speed.[/b]