After he made up his mind, Aegis headed toword the town. As he got closer, he immediately knew something was wrong. He could smell smoke. And blood. Just like before. The town was in ruins, building burnt to ashes, the unlucky townsfolk, killed, their bodies strewn around, some of them hideously half melted, others apeared to have been eaten. It was oddly quiet. Aegis stopped by a crumpled figure, a girl of no more than two or three, killed by a clean thrust. A small mercy. Insignificant, in fact. In her hand was a doll, handmade and obviously loved. Aegis picked it up. He stared at it for a awile, his face expressionless. After a few moments, he put the doll in her hand and closed her cold fingers around it.

   All of a sudden Aegis heard a cacophony of shouts and the sounds of steel striking steel. He quicked his pace and followed the sounds of combat until he found its source. Rangers again. He couldn't tell if they were the same ones as before, but he was pretty sure this was no coincidence. Aegis walked around the buildings, until he found a spot where he could observe without being observed. The enemy seemed human at first, but a closer look seem to suggest not all was as it seemed. His demon nature stirred at the sight of battle, he almost, without thinking, rushed into the fray, but he stopped himself. [i]This isn't my fight.[/i] He told himself. [i]I don't actually know of it was them who did all of this.[/i]  But it looks like they did it.[/i] He argued.
 [i]I shouldn't jump to conclusions.[/i]
 [i]What more proof do we need?[/i]
 [i]I'm just like them.[/i]
 [i]Then use that against them.[/i]
 [i]I...[/i]

   His inner commotion was interupted by a voice that that stood out from the din.

[color=gray]"I think you and I are goin' to have a real fun time"[/color]

He swung his head into the direction of the voice. He saw a very large figure, standing over a very small one. The large man raised his mace to bring it down. The memory of the little girl flashed through his head, along with a differnt girl who met a similar fate.

[i]KILL HIM!!![/i]

It was as if a voice shouted at him, galvanizing him into action. He jumped up and dashed across the short space between them. The bandit would feel a cold clamp grip around his wrist, painfully tight, and slowly getting tighter to the point where his wrist bones could be heard crackling. If he turned his head to the right, he would feel a baleful gaze out of the darkness of the tall, hooded figure's cloak.

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