[b]Falk grabs the suit by its mask, and crushes it. It falls limp to the floor.[/b] [b]The sorcerers begin to circle works.[/b] "So he can kill her?" "So he can kill her." "That won't go well." "It won't indeed." "We send him to his death then." "We would, yes." "Why not stop him now?" "We must save our magic for the tower." "Ah the tower." "The tower."