He'd suddenly feel an intense tugging of his muscles, his skin sweating rapidly, his spine beginning to twist itself into a knot. For a second which felt like ten minutes this lasted, then... It was gone.
Fever growled under his toxic breath. He'd panicked when he realized the air was leaving Runa's system, and in the open street there was no way to funnel the air to him. The fight was lost, and Silver Tongue would surely know his location now.
He was thinking of the first places that came to mind to move to when the concrete pad started lifting up. Looking down in shock, he shouted some inarticulate word and slammed his foot down on the pad, forcing it back into place. There was a series of soft thumps from under the street.
Looking back at Runa, knowing he could put one and two together to know where Iosif was, he suddenly started running forwards, prepared to tackle him and beat the life out of him. But he had barely left the area where he was standing when he froze in place and went flying on his face, skidding in front of Runa's feet, completely stuck.
"Iosif!!" He cried through his frozen jaw. There was a returned cry muffled by the street - it was either a woman or a child.
Iosif, with a newly formed bruise on his leg from being knocked back down the entrance and on the concrete floor, was concentrating on keeping Elias still as a means of getting back at him. "You can't hurt me like this!" He shouted.