Marina had a blast, shooting blasts. She rained fired on the bandits, and caused chaos across the river bank. That was her job. Drac begged her to use her amazed power to solve everything and save the day again. Sailors reached the shore and hid from the fire. Bandits, confused by the attack from two fronts, divided their attention between Marina and Drac. Bandits locate the origin of the fire that ran up the embankment. Marina pushed a wave of fire and burned several bandits. Their screams were not deterring the rest. The mob pushed past the burnt and began the offensive. Marina fires short blasts. Shot down enemies within three metres of her. A dozen or more fighters went up the embankment. Shooting each took its time and a group went through.

A greatsword hit the criminals. Mosquitoes to squash. Blood and guts spilt from the armour like a stepped-on apple.

“Finally! Thought you went to piss or something.”

Bob stands in a strong stance, shield on back, swords in both hands. He walked in front of Marina.

“Alright, Bob. Massacre them.”

“Yes, Marina.”

Bob charged. Each step left a crater. He winds up to his left then a horizontal slash that could blow the wind, cleaves two in two. He winds up faster to his right to slash a three. Bob's slash turned into a storm of metal. Attacked coming from all directions, never stopping his barrage, getting faster and faster. Two, Five, a Dozen. Their entrails covered the ground, wasted by the butcher. Bob stopped. His head steams. Faced Liked Stone.

A Hēilóng to the sternum brought an end to a useless life. Drac moved his head to dodge a spear. His copy jabbed the enemy in the rib. He blocked an arrow. The archer’s head pulled back, and a cut from a Drac’s blade opened it up.

Bandits eliminated. Then we met our buyer. Showed him how we treated slavers.

The buyer lay on the floor and covered his head. He wore an expensive long tunic Bald and a beard to cover acne scars. The fat the man carried spreads across the muddy water.

Ugly outside and in. He was loved by the devil to live this long before someone hired me to off him.

Maybe today is the due date.

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But watched out for the Manned who stood by the bald bastard's side.

Long black-haired fellow. Hawked faced with a permanent frown. He stood proud with a brown leather coat. Slim sword by his side. The left-handed rested on it. He is ready to strike.

“Please, good sir! What is it you want?! Gold, Jewelry?!.” The buyer showed his wrist and neck full of gold and precious stones.

Drac was silent.

“Come on Man! You couldn’t have burnt my damn ship for no reason… Wait, is it the Slaves? Take ‘em! But leave me be!!”

“Boss, leave it to me.” The long-haired man spoke.

Drac is silent.

“ANSWER ME BASTARD!”

Drac started walking to the buyer. The bald man flinches. The long-haired fighter pulled his sword out of the scabbard.

“It is time to do my job.” a wave of Aura flowed out of the hawked-faced man. Aura glowed from his body and sword. Drac turned the side. His Hēilóng held out front in a fenced position. Bent knees. Emptied hands extended out behind him. Long-haired initiates first. His first strike was an oblique slash to the bottom. He slashed up and brought the sword down hard. A Dodge, evasion and blocked from above. Drac could feel the weight in the attack and groaned. From a blocking position, Drac slid the sword down, diverging it to hit the ground. The force of the long-hairs strike gave Drac momentum to spin around and attack. Long hair stepped back. The warrior stills. Prepared to attack downward. He turns his sword to attack horizontally instead. The left slash turns into a slice at two o’clock. A swipe from under changed to a thrust to Drac's body. Unpredictable attacks from the long hair confused Drac as he suffered cuts from misjudged trajectories.

Drac is huffed. His body is in pain from using his power throughout this long night. But he is so closed. Those families needed him.

Drac’s Copies had completed their task. Captives out of the cells and out of harm's way.

Time to give it our all.

Drac went back to his Stance. Hēilóng to face. Hand to earth. He breathed in deeply. Energy filled his bones, organs and muscles. He let the energy go.

Aura rapidly flowed around him and Heilong. Pressure caused the wind to blow. Long-haired released his Aura as well.

“My name is Alfred Danor.”

“Name’s Drac. Drac Gyata of the Hood.”

They both charged at each other and met in a clash of sparks. Two figures danced with their swords. Attacks broke the air. Waves of power burst from each clash. Alfred wins the clash of powers. Drac flew away. The bodyguard chased Drac for a final thrust. Drac twisted in the air. Levitation to aid his landed. He pounced on Alfred. The Buyer's guard lunged with his Aura-coated sword. Drac patted it down. Alfred, surprised, attacks up at Drac for it to be diverted again. Alfred’s impatience grew as his attacks were all parried. Alfred would find it easier to cut a cloud. Alfred poured his aura into a last lunge. His aura blazing like the fire on the Dyce rooftops. Drac saw his chance.

Drac created a second Hēilóng. With a reverse grip, he uses his left Hēilóng to pull Alfred's sword down. Drac’s Aura is set ablaze. Alfred's hawkish face is unsettled as Drac spins around. Alfred Danor’s head spins in the air before landing before his boss.

The buyer was aghast. Dismay paled his old skin.

“Almost done?” A bloody Bob and neat Marina walked towards the buyer.

“Just about. Questions need answering first."