"[i]You know, from up here you have a pretty good vantage point. You could easily [color=9e0b0f][b]RiP THeM tO BITSsss...[/b][/color][/i]"

Jacob shook the thought out of his head as soon as the tone changed. Instead of watching the battle from his new vantage point he was now crouched over holding his head. He wished he could rip out the anger but his skull remained in one piece, and he could only do his best to push out the thought of a dozen corpses impaled on sinister dark spines. Whatever had happened to the officers down on the ground they looked very much dead, and Jacob tried to reassure himself it had been the sand conduit busy throwing a fit. Still the sight of the bodies had hit something in the back of his mind and it troubled him. 

The only thing he could think to do was take another pill, pushing into his jacket and grabbing the little bottle with slightly shivering hands. Another pill downed and one less for later, only a few more left in the bottle now which had begun to stress Jacob out. Unhappily he put the bottle away and stood up straight, watching for the conduits wearing the skull jackets. [i]"How are you going to follow them once they take off?"[/i] a voice asked, distant and hollow like it were carried by the wind. Jacob did his best to ignore it, focusing instead on keeping track of what was going on in the streets below. He'd climbed to the rooftops to save himself the trouble of getting there in a hurry, and now all he had to do was wait and watch.