*Kros's neck twitches and looks as if it is slowly snapped back into place*
*Kros throws the dead squirrel at the car and fly's away leaving a trail of black mist behind him*
(hmm, well I really have just dun goofed and feel stupid...Lets try that again)
*The shadows from the front of your car turn solid and wrap around the front of your car and the steering wheel, leaving you immobile *