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As the darkbolts tore through the corridor the dark one began to notice that the warlcok had begun to flank him at top speed, with his shotgun ready in an attack position. Seeing the threat before it could reach him, he began to channel his powers so that he could rift away just before the buckshot would rip him apart. But, the warlock was faster than the darkbringer had anticiapated and although he was able to teleport away avoiding most of the blast; he was still struck by some of the rounds. His side stung sharply as the high cakiber rounds dug into his skin, tearing through his robes. Darkness seeped from his wound rapidly as he rifted away out of existence.

To the surprise of the gardian he'd reappeared directly above him ready to exact the full might of his power on the unsuspecting victim. As he landed atop the warlock beneath him he placed his hands around his target's skull, and as he did so he breached the mind of his guardian counterpart and began to tear it apart bit by bit.

Suddenly what used to be the small cramped corridor became a vision of his family being torn apart by nomads, meanwhile the warlock appeared in his eyes to be crippled and unable to help his loved ones as they were ripped apart limb from limb.

"Help us!" they screamed, "Help us!"

What made whole scenario even more insane for the warlock was that he sweared he could feel every bit of pain they were feeling, and he also had no former memory of what was really happening around him in reality.