Ryan sidestepped, ducked, dove and rolled, avoiding every swipe that came his way. Flames appeared in his hands.

As Wrench leapt to the rafters, the foggy faced kid ran innocently amongst boxes, moving his Wrench like it was hopping. All the while, the kid was laughing with glee.

Ryan thrust one hand forward, and then the other, alternating rapidly. With each thrust from his hands, balls of flame shot out at Wrench.

The two slam into the ground, and Ryan can not only hear, but feel a sickening crack in his collar-bone. Time seemed to stop as the pain shot through his left arm and pulsing throb coursed throughout his neck and to his right collarbone.

He cried out in pain, but one wouldn't know he was hurt by reading his body language.

As if nothing happened, Ryan rolls up and takes a stance, all the while crying out as his arm is set into position.

"KYRA, DO SOMETHING! It's not US fighting! This isn't how we fight!"

Suddenly, Ryan is thrown back with an unseen force, crashing into boxes. The Cloaked Child stairs at him, Ryan's doll a few meters away. "Shut up! You're not supposed to be talking." Continuing, the Cloaked Child made Wrench's doll run toward Ryan, laughing and giggling the whole time.

After a few seconds of adjusting her eyes to the world of darkness that exists within one's shadow, she found her way over to Serrif, pulled him into the 'world' with him, and reached up to pick his shadow up from the ground. Again, with a silent explosion of color, it took his form.
*Wonder if the shadow clones will even be worth the hassle, if it will fool the boy.*

She 'hushes' Serrif by putting her finger over his lip, as he may or may not be able to see in her alternate world, and she pulls him along quickly. Her head seems to dissapear every now and then while she checks their location, and she finally settles with one not six feet from the child.

She pulls Serrif's head out enough so he can see, and motions for him to be quiet and head for the child.

As Wrench is knocked away, Ryan shoves his hand outward and a huge flame begins to grow from his palm. He tries closing his eyes, but he can't, as he is cursed to keep them open. The flaming ball launches and crashes into Wrench with a terrible roar.

Ryan saw Wrench going after the kid, and he thought the monkey had lost it. In a way he did. The monkey had caught on before he did. If the dolls are on the floor, than they're free and obviously if they had possession of the doll, then they were also free.

Of course the Cloaked Child grabbed Wrench's doll again, but still, they'd figured out an important peice of the puzzle.

Suddenly, Ryan found himself charging at Wrench like a bull and with every step, the flames surrounding his body grew larger.

"Kyra, i'm ready when you are."

The child continues playing as if nothing happened.

The crates that Ryan ran into catch fire slowly at first, but soon collecting into a huge bonfire. Ryan thrusts his palms out again, and two more fireballs explode toward Wrench.

Serrif's left hand started to give off a blue, mist like substance. Raising his hand towards the child, the mist began to glow brightly, just before three razor sharp ice shards shot out towards the child. Serrif knew forewell that if they hit it could kill the child, but right now he didn't care. It was the lesser of two evils.

Ryan brought his fists together and heaved them over his head. As he braught them down again, a huge fireball exploded from his palms and roared toward Wrench, tearing up anything in its path.

She clenched her right hand so that her nails dug into her hand and drew a few drops of blood and as the crimson dripped down it stayed, suspended in air in it's spherical shape. As her claw tapped on the suspended droplets they rapidly, noiselessly expanded, forming a roughly katana-shaped sword in her hand with the colors of oil.

His cloak at his neck oozes, and slowly a black tentacle seeps out, wrapping itself around the blade. With a sudden swift tug, the katana is inside the boy, and in the same instant, it flies outside of him again, rusted and frail.

His head perks up as if a sudden great idea came to him that he could do in this epic battle between the two forces!

Ryan ducks the wrench and rolls away. Then he does something unexpected: He shoots a fireball at a support beam, and it came crashing down in flames. He does this again, but this time, more near Serrif and Kyra. He does it again, causing one to fall toward Wrench.

As he watched the bombardment of the child, Serrif seemed to grin with glee. He reached into his jacket pocket and took two grenades. Pulling out the pins, he threw them down right next to the child. Serrif wanted that child to die.

But as the smoke clears, large tendrils of the inky black arms retreat back into the boy's cloak, and he's still standing, playing with his "toys" as if nothing has happened. He's too wrapped up in the story he's created that he doesn't even care anymore.

Ryan swings his leg around and it catches Wrench across the face. Then he grabs Wrench with a fist full of flames by the monkey's arms, causing him to holler in imense pain. Ryan swipes Wrench's legs from under him and throws the monkey to the ground like a rag-doll (pun inended).

Tears course down Ryan's cheeks as he aims a glowing red hand at Wrench's face, who stares back, knowing that this is the end. The boy has had his fun, and he is ending the game.

There's a sharp, quick sound as a black tentacle protrudes from Wrench's body, through his stomach and out his lower-neck. As fast as it had shot out, it slithers back into the cloak, and the boy continues looking for Ryan's doll.

"What have i done?" Serrif knew that his urge to kill the child had brought a price with it, a heavy price. Ryan and Wrench were both either near death or were already dead, and it was his fault. He could have stopped the child without causing so much devastation and injury. He looked down to Ryan and Wrench's bodies, a tear in his eye.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Did you take my toys?"