Ali Baba panted, but his eyes narrowed as something fell into place at the back of his mind.
The same realization hit Qassim, and he didn't like it at all.
" I boosted your speed and strength like you ordered." A cloud of smoke manifested around his shoulders as the voice whispered. " Yet you couldn't do it."
Zarqa quickly dropped by the boy's side, fretting over his wounds, as he quickly wiped away the blood running down his front. " He didn't kill me…" he murmured, loud enough for Zarqa to hear.
" What?"
" For a moment there… he hesitated…"
" It seems your heart hasn't really died," the smoke coalesced into the form of the red-skinned Jinn, with his long black claws and sharp, prominent teeth.
Zarqa and Ali Baba shivered at his sight.
" So it seems, Ifreet." The man looked down at his sword, as though disappointed at it for failing him like that.
