Standing amidst a pile of dead body's an old man drenched in the blood of his enemies flicked his bloodied arm towards the ground, expelling blood dripping from his arm.

Three daggers shot out at the old man, he quickly steeled his leg and kicked the daggers directly back to the perpetrators. He heard three grounds affirming the hits of each dagger. Swiftly he released the stored energy within himself and shot forward with unimaginable speed, appearing face to face with a group of men.

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He swept his hand filled with energy through the air. Three heads responded, falling towards the bloodied ground. Blood spewing from their headless corpses.

Looking towards the sky the man whispered: “Thalrin I’ll be back...” Vanishing into the night the old man disappeared leaving in his wake a thick trail of death.