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Isaac sat outside the bar near the outskirts of Magnolia still. He stroked the blade of his swords. Dull. He never used them, he never had to really. So they dulled and dulled. He pulled them from his belt and pulled his mask off. Bringing Avarice up to his neck he slid it across his throat, a man near him ran up to grab his arm and stop him. Isaac wrenched his arm from the man's grip and continued. The blade slid across his Adam's Apple, making an extremely loud metallic screech as the man watched, half terrified half confused. The fear of killing himself fueled Isaac's power, making his neck harder than steel. He used this method often to sharpen Avarice and Malice. Isaac stared at the man, a slight amount of anger in his eyes, the rest was pure horror. The combined screech of metal on metal and the mortifying stare Isaac gave the man forced him to back up and walk away at a quick pace.

The sound he produced could most likely be heard from a long way away, but Isaac didn't care, he was bored. As he sharpened Avarice he checked the edge of the blade by running his finger across it gently. As soon as he ran his hand across the blade and it cut him, he moved on to Malice, once again creating that annoying sound repetitively.

Soon people began to leave the bar to see what was creating the ruckus, including the bartender who promptly asked Isaac to leave. Isaac shook his head and continued without looking at the bartender. The bartender began to shout, "You'd better leave or I'll get someone who can make you!" To which Isaac responded in a way that the bartender did not expect. He stood and approached the bartender who was nearly as tall as Isaac. Pulling a small knife from his belt, he held it up to his own chest, right over his heart and pressed, immediately hardening the area over his heart. This fueled Isaac's power. Quickly after stabbing himself he grabbed the bartender by the jaw and hardened his hand. The Bartender grabbed Isaac by his elbow and tried to break his arm. Isaac hardened his whole arm and then began to crush the man's jaw slowly, mouthing to the man slowly, "Hurt?" The Bartender began to claw at Isaacs hand. Though Isaac was normally passive, the group of annoyed Bar rats, the threat from the bartender, and the knife he held over his own chest influenced his choices. Thus Isaac over did it. Yanking down quickly, Isaac broke the man's jaw. A gurgled screech escaped from the Bartender's gaping mouth and blood leaked from the top left and right sides of his mouth. The drunkards backed off and Isaac let go, but as the people began to back away Isaac stopped them with a gesture. Producing a paper and pencil from his bag, he wrote, "Tell anybody and I'll kill you all." It was a hollow threat, Isaac couldn't do that unless he really had to. Luckily the bar was near the outskirts and there were no witnesses other than the few people in the bar. The Bartender ran off after seeing the paper. This was Isaac's cue to leave the city.

Isaac grabbed his things and began to make a beeline for the other side of the city.