A Rift Between Allies

Scorpio Damascus: Your not doing enough... You have to see the signs... The darkness is coming...

Joseph Gambit: I lean casually against the wall, my eyes twinkling with mirth. One hand is tucked inside the pocket of my dark coat, my fingers fiddling with a small round orb. My eyes never leave the darkness of your own, my gaze is unwavering, my will is unbreakable.

"Scorpio, I see only the light. It blinds even the darkness of our enemies, I will never take the path you council"

Scorpio Damascus: -v- The light and warmth within the room seams to fade replaced by a hollow bleakness that stretches on for eternity. A cold chill permeates all... even as the world seems to collapse in on the dark figure standing before you -v-

I will not lose because of your weakness Gambit...

-v- The robed creature seems to grow in size even as space itself shrinks to an infinitesimal size. -v-

You may stand aside... or you may be eliminated... the choice is yours...

-v- There is a roar and flames engulf the evil being. The fire licks at your face the heat melts the paint from the walls. Then he is gone... and you are left standing in a space of infinite despair -v-

Joseph Gambit: A somber glow rests gently upon me, banishing the darkness, returning the world to its previous state. Slowly time and space reaffirm their tune, and the world begins to gradually remember its own theme of hope, life, and love.

I whisper, knowing my words will only fall on ears made deaf through hate "I know that the slayers are coming Scorpio... We should be united!"

Then I turn and leave the tiny empty room. Plans need to be made. My enemies are mounting. It is time to find some friends