"Sitting....still?" Bedlam was barely able to speak and not much louder than a whisper. The young man vanished into a red mist, reappearing a little over a dozen feet behind Dale. He fell to his hands and knees, the blood stopped flowing out of his neck, but he shook and looked as if he may pass out. The sandstorm made it completely impossible to see anything clearly at this point, the wind strong enough to lift a normal human being off the ground.