[Jurinjo]

Zach looked up at his would be captor...or executioner with fear plain on his face. Would death be better than the fate the young man before him was living? He couldn't bear the thought of either fate yet stared at the hand that held the silver blade. There were rumors, a secret among the children only, about some peers possessing some kind of power. Sometimes the way they escaped was night on impossible...normally. Such as Zach opportunity had opened before he used the latent ability again. Unlike before though he saw his hands fade into the background. Not quite clear but still blended in with the mud. He blinked once then took the opportunity. Was he fast enough? Zach didn't know but hoped his natural agility combined with this camouflage he could out match the enhanced human.

Through his periphial vision Zach saw his advantage seemed to be working. The hope was short lived when he heard a high-pitched whistle. Something that sounded like a banshee's wail, not that Zach remembered the stories but it was terrifying anyway. His luck couldn't possibly hold now the hunters had a fix on his location as well.

[[Have Miles do what he will. Help Zach now, or once the Rebels show up.]]