"You have no idea what I'm capable of, Orgid. Now, I don't know why you're so obsessed with me, but I'm not interested. Leave me alone." I get a moment's satisfaction when his smile slips, but then shadows flow from his staff, and images begin to creep into my head. Images of fire, bodies thrashing amongst the flames. "Obsessed with you?" he hisses. "A powerless, pathetic—" A fist collides with his face, out of nowhere. The shadows, and the images, dissipate as blood spurts from his nose, and he cries out in shock.
