5oo years they have lived this symbiosis, 500 years and 3 deaths, not very long in the world they now are a part of but long enough to work as efficiently as is possible. Dirae had known it wasn't Edmond, it reeked of taint, not used car salesman,it's gait was wrong and although she hadn't seen him fall she knew he'd have broken something on the way down. The closer he advances the more she feels the pressure , leaving her unable to do anything . A slick cold sensation crawled over her skin, her mouth went dry and her eye's began to tear. Trembling she focuses on the shade. [i] I..can't...you...must..[/i] [b] You know what happens if I can't get you back..a soul will forfeit.[/b] [i]Please...[/i] ~black oil like substance seems to ooze from her pores smothering every inch of her , any light that falls on her is absorbed,the substance then appears to blow out in a kind of vapour before reforming into a non descript form. Dirae's consciousness is now out of reach her soul held in limbo in the Hall of Mysteries.~ [b] Your not the only one who has an advantage in the dark friend.[/b] ~The Shade twitches slightly then as the ' not Edmond' explodes from the first shot it vanishes in the distraction. At first making its way across the room in the direction of the platform , it realises the snipers predicament quickly altering course it closes the distance at alarming speed before exploding into a mist that momentarily surrounds the sniper, closes around him and reforms behind him, the sidearm appears to vanish, his finger closing on nothing but air. The shade then whips, around sliding under statues arcing over open ground. skirting around the mammoth enemy but not appearing to have a direction in mind.~