• “Don’t make a single move,” Nitto said as his hair began to cover his face. Sheetha growled and clenched the rock tighter, flinging it at Nitto’s face. Alice screamed as Nitto fell to the ground, a bloodied face lying on the cold concrete. Westner and Jaxx stopped their little spar and looked, waiting if Nitto would rise again. Nitto’s head throbbed, like a thousand ear shattering bass notes penetrating his skull. His face however was numb. Staggering to get up Alice rushed to his aid and held him by the waist to sit down on the bench. After being dabbed with a thick tissue Jaxx rushed off to the get doctor, or at least some potions to make it all better.