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With a lifted eyebrow, Darna listened to the man talk. He was an older man, perhaps a little younger than Taven, but not by much. But that didn't matter as much as what he said. He came for them? And not even the entire group, just Darna and Isaac. What kind of freakish-- Then it hit her, but before the thought could come to complete fruition, alchemy was in play.

Isaac was obviously one for action instead of speech and started the game off quickly. As instinctively as the young man, Darna clapped her own hands and turned her cane into a wonderful little dagger. Holding it up she watched the alchemy in their bodies bounce back and forth. Something strange was connecting the two. A golden string of something tying them together. Darna wasn't about to get kidnapped by some psycho! As she aimed her dagger at the peak of his form, she noticed another strange thing, but this time only about the assailant. He wasn't using any alchemy at all. His body was infused with it, his blood and muscles all beating with alchemy, but it was not focusing outward.

"Isaac!" She spoke in shock. "He's not human!" With another clap of her hands, the cane changed from a dagger to a thin sword for defense. Throwing a dagger at him wouldn't kill him, but she'd defend herself as best as she could. Gazing at his make more, and trying to tie everything together Darna's heart almost stopped.

"No... he's not human... They want us because of what we've done." This time her voice was lower, less shock in her voice as there was realization. Did this have anything to do with the dead or missing Alchemists? Did they expect them to do it again? Hardly fearful in the face of battle, Darna felt the familiar emotion creeping up into her muscles. She wouldn't do it again. Ever.