[i]Alonfé runs from the chopper back inside the mountain, his power still flowing through the Earth. He couldn't leave, not yet. He needed to look, look around. For some reason he felt compelled to see what he had done. Cloak flaring, eyes glowing, he walks to the center of the main area, where the main battle took place. He looks around to the bodies, some shot, some bubbling from electricity, some cut in half, peppered with sand, or burnt to a crisp. He looks to the walls, the paint bubbled, blood sprayed, and charred. Finally, in the center of the room, a ring of untouched floor. The area where he burst the room in flames. There, his power flowed into the walls, ground, and air. His cloak settles, and his eyes turn back to light brown. He falls to his knees, and starts to cry. Though these people did horrible things, he did not like what he did to them. In his mind, he's now just as bad as them. His power gone, he can nothing, nothing but cry, and lie there. Only one phrase flows from his mouth: "What have I done......?"[/i]