Brisa glanced up, her eyes flickering to black as she concentrated. This was different from the other fight because now she couldn't control one of the elements. Even if she managed to stop Wolfram, Toby and his now human-shaped shadows could still attack him. Or even me, for trying to stop the fight. She realized, her resolution to help faltering slightly.
Wolfram stared at him hard, somehow the shadow's not scaring him at all."I would love to." He snarled. He sounded as if he would actually do it, his grip on Toby tightening. His eyes blazed with a glimmer of sheer insanity and rage, and....bloodlust. He let out a primal snarl, moving his hands towards Toby's neck, as if he where going to snap it. What am I doing?! He let go of Toby's neck, slamming a brutal punch to the other boys nose, and suddenly staggered backward, panting. Yet his eyes still held rage and the will to fight. No, not to fight. To kill.
Toby choked as Wolfram grabbed his throat. He fell down when he let go of him, and gasped for breath. The shadow creatures started moving towards Wolfram, reaching out their hands to try to grab him. Toby slowly stood up. He had spent years locking away his powers, where they would never hurt anyone. Now he couldn't stop them, and frankly, he didn't want to. "If you want me dead, then why haven't you killed me yet?" He asked, his voice still emotionless.
