The moment Solomon's evil gaze touches the three bullies, their eyes start shining too.
An instant after that, as the impossible figure stretches its arms rolling blobs of black fog, as black as the darkest ink, emerge from Solomon's core, expanding rapidly like a living thing and enveloping the hunters, and seemingly the entire world, into an impenetrable night.
The darkness seems to muffle sounds too, as the Hunters hear each other's gasps and shouts of surprise as if through a thick curtain.
Voices like dreams come and go, making it difficult to understand their source.
[ +- ] Voices
"Hahahahah! I can see!" this one sounds like a triumphant Chet. "Go get Hock and the bike."
"Look at the losers! hahahah!" says Booger. "Six blind mice..."
Then the muffled sound of motorbike engines, warped and distorted by the living night.
"Where are you? Logan! Johnny! Alana!" calls Eddard, from who knows where.
"I... I think I am blind... ohmygod, I don't want to be blind!!" a desperate Alice.
Then one voice, closer and clearer than all others. It is the impossibly deep sound of the thing that was Solomon Black.
"You have lost, pathetic newborns. How could you think for one second you could face me. But you have brought to me the Fulcrum, one way or another. And I will spare you. You are like specks of dust to me, and as such you shall be ignored. I am... complete."
The voices recede, vanishing in one -or many- directions.
The hunters are left with the sound of wind, and that of their own distorted voices.
OOC:
combat is over. The hunters are in pitch darkness, their enemies leave the scene unimpeded.
