Fuma pushes his orange bangs off his smooth mask. 

	[i]I should intercede with his pursuers... Rai never fails to get tracked down here.[/i]

He heads toward the barricaded door. Before he makes it there, his existence decomposes to that of black swirling energy that seeps through the crack of the door, goofy mask morphing into two red orbs for eyes. He vanishes into the hostile surrounding area. 

	Fuma regains his boyish composition under the blackened clouds, and stops at the edge of the cliff that drops vastly down a few yards from the base. His eyes sweep the land from behind his mask. 

	[i]Nothing TOO alarming... Some flashes on the horizon.. I should really go check that out.[/i]

He takes a few steps back... and runs toward the drop off at full tilt. Fuma jumps off the edge as misty black shadows engulf his boots. It expands and laces completely around his body, taking the murky black form of a personal fighter jet. The shadows move at his command, and his craft accelerates into the black sky. He seems to vanish, as the shadow energy blends with the charred atmosphere.

	[i]Wooooo. Off I go.[/i]