The space between the buildings was dark, but the Hexblade could feel the dangerous eyes of the gangers settle on him. In silent response, the Hexblade gently waved a hand; as if steering the flow of an invisible current on a new path. Where there was simply nothing before, the air now reverberated and glowed with an odd blue hue - and at its centre, there was the hilt of an ominous blade. The paths of the spellcaster is myriad, and oft times dark; some have even been known to derive their powers from pacts with otherworldly entities. The proof of this ones dark promise found in the steel of an aethyric blade. Yes... the deadly power of the warlock can be summoned with ease and convenience, but rarely is it ever summoned without consequence. For the gangers, this was a lesson unasked for; but the Hexblade would teach it nonetheless.