[i]Oh no you don't.. Desmond thought to himself, screaming inside at the second and third degree burns on his body. The Ka'kari was doing its job..it'd have to do some more in a moment. Desmond lashed out with his hands, massive hands made of Talent energy, a translucent white bounded off of Desmond's as attachments, grabbing the Inquisitor by the torso and legs, holding him in a vice grip and squeezing the life out of him. If they were both going to hit the earth..Desmond didn't leave anything to chance. [/i]