Ivan turns to look at Bailey. “Thank you my friend, but I will not need it.” Ivan dropped the remains of his crushed phone, and stood up. Another cluster of dragonflies gathered around him. Ivan’s eyes now possessed a fire, and as he collected his insects around him, he laughed once more, but his cheerfulness has been replaced by a malice. He took to the sky once more, this time with perfect control, and took of southwards, bellowing a war cry that would have made a lion cower.