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A wicked look grew upon Shiloh's face and she slammed her fist into the ground, cursing loudly as the rain drenched her. When she lifted her hand and stood, specks of blood appeared upon her knuckles, but she ignored them completely. "You know what?! I am getting SO sick of this!" She yelled to Martio...wherever he was. "You idiotic, childish COWARD!" Shiloh was definitly getting ticked - obviously - and was determined to give Martio a peice of her mind once he actually showed himself.

Martio let the cloud grow in size and the rain in intensity. He even let a few random flecks of lightning grow. He bid his time carefully, making sure that he stayed high in the air. He let a few flecks of lightning arc down toward Shiloh and Isaac. He went without striking Ekkid, now knowing that it could do him no harm.

Ekkid ran over next to the other two again and tried to catch as much of the electricity as possible. He was unable to catch all of it and some struck Shiloh's thigh and Isaac's shadow.

Shiloh had tried to shield herself with her fire which did nothing what so ever and fell right to the ground, blacking out from not only the lightning, but from how much force and power she had put in her last blow of fire towards Martio.

Ekkid knelt down next to Shiloh, looking at her. He checked her pulse and saw that it was still stable. He turned and looked over at Isaac, who had just been struck by another bolt of lightning. This time his shadow was missing.

"NO!" Isaac shouted at both his and Shiloh's injurys and the obliteration of his shadow.
"Now you die!" he screamed at Martio, drawing every shadow within fifty feet of him twards him before blasting it all at the cloud. He then called the shadow pillar that had been waiting for him and attacked the cloud, the lighning gashing his arms and legs.

Martio floated along, bemusedly watching Isaac's useless attempts at attacking the cloud. He created a giant lightning bolt that struck Isaac on the top of the head, knocking him flat on the floor.

Ekkid turned around and watched Isaac fly backward, shoes shooting off in different directions. Ekkid ran over to him, feeling for a pulse. He couldn't feel one. He didn't know Isaac, so he didn't know what that meant. He turned and searched the ceiling of the room. The room was lit up dimly. There were no shadows in the room, but there was very little light, either. The cloud dissapated, and Ekkid's body was the only real source of light left in the room. He let out another psychic blast in every direction.

Shiloh's body scooted a few feet along the floor, as did Isaac's. Ekkid could hear nothing along the ceiling, though. It was as if Martio had gone. Ekkid walked over to Shiloh and revived her, psychically poking her entire body into alertness.

Interestingly enough, his bloody being shadows itself, Isaac did not have a pulse, but, because of the numerous wounds, he was loosing shadow-blood fast. With his own shadow obliterated, he had no choice but to use another's, and there was only one other person's shadow he could use.
"Ekkid!" he called with his last ounce of strength, "I need your shadow!"

Ekkid furrowed his brows. He nodded to his shadow. The shadow slid across the floor, hesitating before touching Isaac. Ekkid looked down at Shiloh, who's body had revived but consciousness had not. He touched her brow.

"Don't die on me, Shiloh." He whispered. A single tear fell down his face and struck Shiloh's lips.

Ekkid's shadow's strength filled Isaac's shattered body. Isaac severed the connection just before Ekkid's shadow Died. Isaac's shadow had reformed, but still wasn't strong enough to do anything, and wouldn't be for weeks. Isaac ran over to Shiloh and Ekkid, readying a sheild for when Martio attacked again.
"Let me try something here..." He said before putting his hands on Shiloh's temples and pouring some of his own life and, through the lending of the shadow, some of Ekkid's life into her.
"Alright, I think she's stabilized now. " He said before passing out from exhaustion, not knowing how much energy that would take from him.

Martio flew down and grabbed Isaac, making him disappear. He flew slowly away. He took him outside and into the forest. He placed him up in a tree, where not even his shadows could help him get down. He made sure that he would not fall and flew back to the building. He wanted to seperate him from the others, making it easier to take Ekkid out.

Shiloh's finger twitched and a tiny glaw appeared just beneath where her palm laid. Her eyes suddenly flew open and she simply laid there, staring up at the ceiling blankly. She couldn't remember a thing except that she felt more anger and rage than ever...and then she couldn't exactly feel her entire right leg. She let her eyes wander in all directions slowly, trying to get a grasp on what was going on.

Ekkid let out a sigh of relief, seeing that Shiloh had opened her eyes. He waved a hand in front of her eyes. She didn't blink, didn't react. Ekkid let out a small cry. He waved his hands in front of her eyes, but there was still no reaction. He snapped his fingers and her eyes blinked.

"Are you blind now, Shiloh?" Ekkid said, still kneeling directly over Shiloh.

Shiloh looked up at him in complete confusement. "No...but I can't feel my leg..." She began to sit up slowly, placing a hand toher head when it began to pound. Again, she looked around when a sudden thought hit her. "Isaac...and Martio..." The spot where her other hand was still placed on the ground grew warm and glowed a bit with the heat.

Ekkid whipped his head around. Isaac was nowhere to be found. Ekkid cursed.

"Where has that smurf taken Isaac?!" He cried, not talking to Shiloh in truth. He looked down at Shiloh's leg. The pant leg was now a shorts leg. Right were the cloth was burnt off, a small burn hole scar was etched into Shiloh's leg.

"Try and move your leg, Shy." Ekkid said quietly.

Shiloh was leanig back on her elbows and nodded. She looked to her leg and tried her best to even make it twitch. "I can't feel a thing." She ignored the throbbing of her head and blocked it out of her mind. She then sat all the way up now. More anger washed over her and the heat spots beneath her palms grew hotter. "That idiotic, moronic, stupid jerk..." she muttered. First my guitar and....GR!" Shiloh's nails dug into the ground. "Whatever weakness he has, I'll be sure to find it and, oh, will he pay..." If not for her hatred, Shiloh wouldn't probably even be sitting up. That's how she always had been, using whatever negative feelings she consumed to keep her moving and going.