The Alchemist saw Cole approach, and hurriedly lifted the flask to his lips. No sooner did he drink it than the burns on his body faded, replaced with new pink flesh.

He had thought if he just regained his strength, he could use a vial to insulate himself from further attacks. Indeed, even as Cole reached him he had drawn out a brilliant yellow potion from his coat. But he hadn't expected Cole to seize him, nor to nail his wrists and legs to the ground with electricity.

He struggled against the restraints with all his strength, but quickly realized what was already obvious: he couldn't escape.