Shikon wasn't the first one around the stairs it was the mysterious man, it was as if he was trying to hide something. Shikon's instincts kicked into gear, and become ready to strike given a moments notice. As he walked into the room he noticed the figure huddled up on the bed. "Lakai!" Shikon shouted her name and ran over to her. He saw tattered clothing, the road rash on her side, and her arm. Shikon felt the adrenaline pumping. His eyes changed to the light ice blue they always did when he was angry or extremely serious. He wasn't sure why, but Lakai was hurt, and he was going to get his answers one way or another. He turned away from the table, and his arms lit up. The heat was intense, and Shikon wanted answers, and he wanted them now. "Who did this? Why would they do this. Someone answer me now!" Shikon was being fueled by his fury.