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"You believe you are better than them? The 'common man'?" he laughed lightly. "How amusing. I hadn't expected them to have some forlorn hero. No matter, you will be dealt with exactly like them." He smiled softly, though it was impossible to see. He was glad his theory had been disproven. He needed to know, inside his heart, that all of these people weren't as evil and as maliciouis as he had seen. "How far do you intend for me to go? How many people must I destroy?" This time, it didn't look like he wanted an answer.

He raised his arm, a long white sleeve trailing behind it. He made a flicking motion with his wrist and the creatures of darkness charged at Weylin. They didn't seem any stronger than they were before, but what was different was that they came in masses. The man stood back, merely watching. His posture was that of someone greatly amused.

The creatures had begun to climb the wall that was thrown up in front of them. By the time the first shadow grabbed the top of it, the wall came down in shards. Most of the creatures were destroyed much the same way as before. Their masses flung onto the crowd of onlookers, easilly covering up passageways. The villain laughed more than cackled. He managed to stay standing despite the peals of laughter. He stopped just as suddenly as he had started. "Was that your plan? Kill them before I did? My... I must say you're doing a very good job of it."

The splatter wasn't even noticable this time, though it did leave a nice mark in the sidewalk. Ian glared at Weylin, it seems the boy can at least think straight... Ian took a step forward. He had everything timed that needed to happen before midnight. After midnight, chaos was supposed to take to the streets until morning. When morning finally came, the people were to help one another, much as they did after every great tragedy. And Ian intended to continue this until the aftermath became a basic mannerism.

"Enough of this, boy," he said. It looked almost as if he wanted to fight Weylin himself. He reached out in front of him and grabbed a long blade made of shadow. Easily manipulating the weapon, it could become anything he wanted it to, and of any thickness. Ian smirked, something his adversary wouldn't be able to see.

Ian's idea was almost the same as Weylin's, his only entailed the entire body in shadow, rather than just the legs. He forced the shadow to embrace the boy in front of him.

Ian's shadows were a little different though. They became solid on his command and his command only. The particular shadow that was being a nuisance did this when it finished grasping the vigilante. Unfortunately for our villain, Ian was too focused on his own attack to notice Weylin's own grapple. The moment Ian tried to step forward, which was the minute he was sure Weylin was stuck into place, almost caused him to tople forward. Only a quick movement of his hips made it so he could manage to stand straight once again.

His eyes darted to his feet, and even through the darkness he could see what the problem was. "Earth," he whispered. "It is remorseful that we are on opposite sides." It was obvious who he was talking to.

Ian almost smirked when the earth shards started to slaughter the people the irish hero was trying to save. But it was only a matter of milliseconds before some of the shards made their way to Ian. He had lost almost all of his mobility thanks to his planted feet, so dodging was very difficult. He sliced at some of the shards with his shadow-blade, but that only did so well. A few of the shards even managed to hit him, some leaving only bruises while others broke the skin.