I close my eyes and take a deep, calming breath; widen my stance; and crouch low to the ground. I open my eyes and launch myself at them with so much force, I leave a crater in the floor. Two of the three jump to the side while the last one doesn't move and meets my punch head on with a punch of his own. When our fists collide, I splinter all the bones in his hand and forearm. He collapses to his knees, holding his obliterated arm to his chest as he looks up at me. I grab his chin and hold him up to eye level, “I am Marethyu, the master of this guild. You three will pay even more after I defeat Seraph than with just your will.”

Still holding the guy, I pivot and throw him at the one on my left and catch the kick the one on the right aimed at me. I push him back before turning back to the one on the left.

He backs up a little, “Aren't you going to ask us for our names, Marethyu?”

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“No, I just want to know which three Death Dealers y’all replaced. The three of you are not worth my time.”

Clearly angered by my words, Number Two claps his hands together. As he separates his hands, a staff made of black flames appears in his hands.

Everyone that is along the sides of the rooms huddle against the sides of the walls. Those loyal to me stay where they are, knowing Nyx and I will protect everyone from the stray attacks.

Number Three follows suit, this time the weapon is dual swords made of black lightning. I start laughing, holding onto my stomach, I manage to get out, “Ooooh, Mom they're scared and think the Shadow Elements will give them an edge.” I double over laughing again.

Nyx, looking amused, “I will now correct myself. Kill all three. Show them how a true Elementalist fights.”

I stop laughing, “I don't need my elements to finish these three.”