As the rock hits the spider square in its head, Emeka looks at the lyng twitching heap with an open jawed expression. This new strength in his body was profound in its power, he could feel it coursing through his veins. Like coiled lightning the power strained to be free and Emeka thirsted to free it. However a wise man once told him... [i]A hunter uses his emotion, he is not slave to it. For emotion clouds the mind, and the mind is man’s strongest weapon.[/i] Sadly the wise man had forgotten to heed his own advice in the end..

So with a force of will and clenched fists he forced the beast within back into its cave, back to that dark place within his subconscious. [i]Not now friend, there will be time for that soon enough… [/i]As his battle lust cooled, he kept his distance from the spider. Instinct told him it would not do well to get too close to the beast, he had seen what its web had done to the magics of the metal man and the shadow thing of the girl. If only he had a weapon of some kind it would make it much better for him to deal with such hindrances.

As he walked toward the rest of the group, he saw the metal man shape the earth and wield ice. He saw the girl in black, wreath herself in darkness to become a nightmare. He felt a frown forming upon his face, their power was great, if not greater than his. He would have to take care around them, for Emeka was not sure of their intent.

“It don’t matter whether it’s a he or a she, no friends lays a web such as this on guests. Still it does not matter, the bug seems to be quite overpowered.” He said as he looked on at girl wreathed in darkness’ overwhelming attack upon the spider

“Ah, I forgot to ask, what may I call you ?” he asked the man who melded earth, and the girl who seemed to command the metal man.