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A father holds a Teneo in his hand, charged by Four’s strange friend. He rubbed the smooth metal casing.

“Trev… I am sorry. But I will make up for my cowardice. This is just the start." Gove places the Teneo in his pocket. An explosion from afar shakes the earth.

“The barracks are in flames. It's fifteen minutes past ten. Let's do our job, men!" His killer squad cheered, swords and crossbows high. The squad sprinted to the city wall. Two guards at a door were penetrated with arrows. The killers rushed over the dead. Climbing up sets of stone stairs, they reached the top of the wall. Guards were picked off like rabbits. A guard ran for the bell, alerting others of the invaders. The guards shot their arrows, injuring some of the leathered warriors. Shields were taken off, and they made a legion. Unlike the wall guards, these killers have seen war. The killer legion walked forward slowly. Inch by inch, they gain ground. They withstood the hail of steel arrows. There is a pause. The legion opened up.”

“Have this, you arseholes!” Gove turned on the Teneo. It whirled. Through the gap of killers, Gove threw the Tenoe. Guards screamed as they saw the cause of their deaths. An explosion blew several bodies apart. There is a crater on the floor where the wall guards once were.

“Leave the runners. Pick off the fighters. Take over this gate!” Gove moved with the killer to the gate winch. They turned the wheel, opening the giant gate door. Gove left the wheel. Over the battlements, he saw tents. Fires in the dark illuminated makeshift homes. Refugees squat by the road, hungry and desperate. Gove found a trembling officer. “Young boy, give me your surcoat and armour."

Gove scampered down the stairs as fast as his old bones could take him. His new armour and garments feel constricting. Gove took a torch with him and stood outside the gate.

Moving his torch In the dark, the tavern owner shouts. “FREE PASSAGE! FREE PASSAGE!"

Chaos has begun. Now, we leave it to fate.

A Drac watched as hundreds of slaves were escorted out of the chamber. On the way, they were given food and water, and the ones who could not walk were carried on the backs of the rescuers.

Bob healed a whip mark on a child and stood. His lips pursed from controlling his anger.

“Drac.”

Drac turned at the sound of Bob’s voice.

"Leave; I will protect them.” Amber light steams out of the body.

Drac placed a hand on the large man's broad, armoured shoulder and disappeared into nothing.

Drac split into three. A noble’s leg was mutilated. A rich man’s head was sliced from the chin to the forehead. A wife of means was stabbed in the back. A noble fights back with a stolen sword. Aura steams off his body. A blade from above was redirected into a stomach slit. A guard attacked Drac's feet. blocked by Heilong. The guard responded with numerous fast pokes. All parried till the last was paused by a gash to the forearm. The sword fell. The guard braced against an attack on his body with a shield. Both legs were severed, tipping the guard down. A slash downward ended a life. A fire consumed enemies on the other side of the underground arena. Marina, in her green dress, burned all. The wounded are protected by a blue wall of magic.

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A guard rushed at Drac with a shield. Drac, light as air, flipped over the man, separating the head from the body. A dodge; an arm cut. A step back and a chop to an armoured head Drac weaves through an aura strike; Ignis burns a noble alive; and a stab ends the screaming.

A man in the army took a stance in the middle of the chaos. Drac is fighting in the background as this Drac faces the warrior alone. Both men flare their auras.

They blitzed through the madness. The arm strikes diagonally. Drac weaved to the left and cut the stomach. The army evades. The guard cut from Drac's right side to be blocked. Drac stepped on the stone, and cracks formed. Drac slashed up with an aura.

The soldier steps back. Heilong missed the neck. The armed guard taunts the invader.

Annoying fucker.

Drac reversed his grip and assumed his stance. He inhales.

rock in a river.

Drac ran forward. He dug into his jacket. Throwing daggers fly at the soldier’s head. vision blocked, Drac attacked the legs. Armet answered with a jump, letting Drac’s sword completely miss. The armet held his aura-covered sword high and slashed downward. The strike caused wind to blow nobels and killers within several metres, causing them to fall to the floor and the stands. Dust settles. Drac endures. He held the attack with two hands on Heilong. Drac groaned; his muscles almost tore from the power. Drac lessened his strength, making the army fall. However, the guard's balance was regained. Drac crouched to evade an aura slash. Several killers behind him die. Another slash. Drac steps to the right. A mark is left on the wall. The arm sprints. Slash after slash that Drac dodged The armee ran to meet Drac at every turn.

A mumble came from the armed guard.

Ah...

Drac stopped. He relaxed his stance.

The guard flinched. I am unsure how Drac will strike.

“Alfred Danor fought with honour and grace. But this—"Drac gestured to the rena"—is n not honourable. Shame and evil fill this place. Protecting such a place and guarding such people is a disgrace. A severed head is the best way he could have died."

The armour stood still.

A primal roar came from the helmet. “DO NOT SPEAK OF HIS NAME, BASTARD!"

The army burned his soul. Flames of aura reach far and wide before they are sucked into a sword.

The stone floor broke as he dashed towards his enemy. The warrior travelled at inhuman speeds, past the murder and mayhem, across bowels, blood, and body parts. His aura sword burns with intensity.

The armour’s aura slash hits Dra’s sword. Heliong breaks, bones are cut, bones crumble, and bodies are slashed. A defeated Drac disappears into nothing.

The officer felt a thud on his back.

“NOOOO!” Danor from the Duke's Box screams.

The soldier looked down at his chest, blood leaking from his armour. A sword coated in auras pierced through.

“Meet your son in hell.”

Drac pulled out Heilong and continued killing.

Aura flared wide from the Duke's box.

“UNCLE!”

Drac stabs a sternum before noticing the Duke’s aura glowing.

The young duke dropped from the box. Guards and killers avoid his energy.

The Duke and the Hood stare. Their eyes were focused on their target.

“Why the anger? Honour has no role in this war. I don’t deserve honour, so I will not have honour."

“HOOD! COME HERE AND I WILL KILL YOU LIKE THE VERMIN YOU ARE!"

Pommel is close to his chin. Hand low. Legs spread wide. Drac senses a rhythm.

Drac’s aura flows around him. A tempest of mystical energy fills his body. a refreshing cold and warmth like no other.

Drac becomes a blur.

Heilong collided with the duke’s gold sword. Wind and sparks filled the arena. The Duke is pushed into the side of the box, and wood splinters fly everywhere. The duke saw the masked face of the killer of his uncle and cousin; his dark skin reflected the soft light of the aura. His growing hatred mangled his handsome face.

“I have killed many nobles today; one more isn't any more trouble.”