"I guess you're right, but regardless, Richand and I need to go and talk to Oric. Please, tell us what you know on the way, and you can split off before we get to Negliv. We can meet up with you later."
Night slid into the way and blocked the axe's blade with his staff, parrying it but grazing his left arm in the process. The sleeve of his cloak ripped open to reveal a horrible mark, purple and glowing. The mark depicted a mighty serpent circling down the arm, and lining its' body were hundreds and hundreds of eyes. Night didn't notice that the mark was showing.
"This is your last chance! LEAVE!"
The guard payed no heed to what Night was saying, and instead gazed, horrified, at the mark on his arm.
"What... what are you?!?"
Night realized the mark was visible and quickly covered it over with the remaining part of his sleeve. He looked up with a mixture of sadness and anger on his face.
Night twirled his staff around and brought it up for a final, punishing blow to the guard's chin, this time with a visible aura of darkness surrounding the blow. The guard collapsed, completely knocked out. Night didn't bother to turn back to Fringe and Grim as he spoke.
"I'm sure you've got some questions about me now... but I'll answer them once we're out of this burning city. Help me move the soldiers that are still alive out of this burning place... I don't want them to die."