[i]Ezili flapped madly to try and get away but was torn apart by the magic! But that didn't register with her master. Zande turned around, shivering. His pupils had dilated to completely fill out his eye sockets with an oily blackness, the empty yet virulent gaze a rat or a shark. These eyes could see in the dark, absorbing light from the furthest sources. Not a second passed before the space where the cannibal had occupied was empty, and he had loped across the room and up the side of the opposite wall. His legs swept back and forth in long, unnatural strides. He had transformed into some kind of childhood nightmare, moving much more swiftly than anything of its size should have been able to. Each rapid step sounded like two knives being smacked together, the steel claws of his boots dashing sparks from the stonework. If Tanya didn't fly soon, it would reach her before she had made much progress in her magical preparations. And if that happened, it would be obvious what fate awaited her. Snapping bones, tearing muscles, screaming agony and then only the darkness.[/i]