Waking up in tight metal bindings, the shiniest of silvers and most fire filled rubies almost made the shackles look like gorgeous metal bracelets.. Two steps ahead of the holding cell, Enver sat, holding a bloody cloth to his cheek.

“Are you back to being yourself?” He grumbled, “You know, it took five of my steel watch to hold you back- you really are impressive.. I hoped you’d retained the ability to control yourself, friend. How unfortunate.”