Now, Mal was planning on leaving them alone and waiting for the guy with the eye-patch to get there. He had only the one target (two if you counted the information he needed). The Crimson Streak had done nothing to convince him that she needed to be dealt with. Was he a little brash? Maybe, but then again, he wasn’t really sure about the idea of a “comfort zone” either. He was only really asking her to wait out the other man, and possibly weasel out any information the mercenary had. Two birds with one stone, so to speak. He got a closer look at the other people that were approaching. One of the figures he saw seemed unfamiliar, but she appeared to be rather friendly with the red warrior. He was about to introduce her to the conversation when a quiver went through his body. The spirit inside him started to shudder violently, as if it had discovered another force coming his way. He glanced upwards, trying to find the source.

 Then, with a mighty yell his perception changed.

 Mal’s eyes went wide as a heavy force smashed into his side. In the split second between the heavy blow and his impact with the ground, his body and mind did several different things: His eyes flashed bright red as the sigil on the side of his neck spiraled from its centre point. His body tensed all at once as he felt the spirit inside him beginning to explode. His grin disappeared as he already felt his skin begin to rip as the spirit rushed towards any opening it could find.

 [color=yellow]“Fuck! Not now!”[/color] He snarled. His voice sounded like the cry of a frenzied, tortured animal.

 Blades of dark energy burst from his core. Shaped like axe-blades, they blew out in all directions and smashed into the ground and the sides of buildings, leaving heavy gashes in the sturdy material. The largest blades struck out towards every possible threat in a close proximity. An asterisk-shaped wound slit through the top layers of the skin on his chest, causing blood to drip down once more as small shreds of fabric were torn off his hood. His back hit the ground. The blades exploded all at once in every direction in a similar fashion to how he’d torn apart that headmaster so long ago. 

 And it frustrated Mal to every extent that he could not express any control over it.