“Hey there, I’m Jo, care to introduce yourself? I didn’t notice you in the previous battles.” Haste directed his energy away from Callism as a woman with Sea blue eyes approached him. His brownish red eyes glared, examining her whole self. “Wow” Haste thought while raising a grin. He began peeling the dirty white bandages on his forehead in modesty. The curly black which was under the bandages unraveled into bangs. He became interested in the archer. “I’m Haste. I’ve only woken up. I think something knocked me out because I have no idea what happened previous to this. Sorry about your bow, I owe you.” Haste unpeeled a bandage from his left arm and concentrated on the arrows that were spread around the spacious room. There were 8 that levitated from the water and darted into his stained hands. There were sounds of clattering wood vibrating. Haste reached out his arm and the arrows levitated in Jo’s direction. “There weightless now. Should come in handy.” Haste glanced over at the fight that was taking place, and was puzzled by the intensity. “What’s going on over there? Should I stop it?” he asked Jo. In the back of his head, he couldn’t shake off the fact that at any moment he could become controlled. He had no idea who was in charge of the bloodbath and the destroyed room. Was it him? He proceeded to close his arm bandage again watching the crowd disperse disappointingly. It seemed as if they didn't receive the answers they wanted from Haste and his appearance. Truth is, Haste didn't know. He just hoped that he didn't have to kill anyone.