"An explanation to the victor, hm?" Signless purrs, putting even more of his energy into the psionic bind he has on Ben, drawing energy from his own anger and from Ben's frustration and alarm. The liquid holds the boy's legs for now, and Signless neatly leaps out of the way of the fireball, bringing forward his staff in the form of a spear and pressing it in threateningly.

"What is your species?"