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The bullet ricochetted off of the crystal with a pearly crystaline sound. If it were to be inspected, there would be no blemish or mark found upon it, as though the powerful weapon that was used did nothing at all.

But there would be no chance to inspect, as at the moment that the crystal was assaulted, the eyes of each and every individual in that room suddenly blazed with fire, their skin cracking and burning from within, even the woman he held screamed in agony, as did all the others.

The sudden chorus of pain and fear echoed off the walls of the chamber, reaching a pitch like the frenzied howling of a storm. And then, as one, still screaming, the throng rose up and began lurching towards russian. Their actions were slow and clusmy, as though they resisted their own motions, yet could not.

With grasping hands they would reach out to latch onto, to drag the mercenary to the ground and suffocate him in a burial of screaming and thrashing bodies.