[i]Cylus had seen healing factors, hell, he even had one of his own, but he had never seen one as strong and fast as the contractee's. Cylus rolled away from the behemoth of a man, trying to gain distance. He knew it would be a tough fight, but even tougher up close. Drawing two more blades from his belt, he hooked them to grapples and threw them at the man's chest. As they sunk into the man's flesh, Cylus ignited the grapples, conducting heat and energy up to the blade. Cylus slid off of his feet and swung himself between the Contractee's legs, landing behind him. From there, Cylus began bombarding him with crackling blue fireballs. He could feel himself pushing his limits to keep using the magic, as he was still a beginner. Soon, he would tire out and have to do things the "old fashioned way."[/i]