The Civilians around Jenso didn't back up. They simply watched in horror as another clone of the white clothed man jumped from out of the crowd and grabbed Jenso from behind, holding his arms in place and trapping his feet in the dirt with two swirls of gravel and stone that rose from beneath them. 

	"Yes, run! Allow your little friend to be killed before you! Ahahaha!" The white man shouted from behind Jenso. His two clones with bladed arms neared him, but Jenso would find it impossible to break free from the man's diamond-hard grasp. What kind of power was this!?

	"Run!"

	"Run away!"

	The crowds began to grow, circling Jenso thicker and thicker until the gathering around him with too dense to see through. Over 50 people, easily. The white-eyed man looked around curiously, and his eyes went slightly dimmer to reveal two whitened pupils and irises, as if he were blind. "Why don't they run? Why don't they hide? Do they expect to match me? Do they expect to save you?" The man asked Jenso with silent whispers.

	The crowds around them drew close to the executioners with aggressive intent. Some pulled out stakes and knives. Others rose their fists. "L-Leave Jenso alone!" A little boy cried in unison, holding a wooden sword between his hands. One of the two clones turned towards the boy, his eyes lighting up in unison with the other two clones. He walked towards him slowly, wiping Jenso's blood off the tip of his bladed hand with the palm of his other.

	"Brave boy! Brave boy! You fancy yourself a hero, do you?" He mocked the child. Some of the adults around him stepped in the white man's way, but he didn't stop. "Out of my way, people! I've a child to entertain!" The man reeled his bladed hand back and swiped from left to right, cutting through not only their weapons, but the torsos of every civilian in his way. 6 people fell forwards and quickly bled out before him, revealing the child with his sword at the ready. The adults behind him began to back away.

	"Jonathan! Run!" his mother cried out, but the little boy would not turn from his opponent. The white man's clone eyed him with a smile that was slightly visible beneath the tightly-fitted black mask.

	"An aura? Ho-hum, so young. What a waste of potential!" He shouted, thrusting his bladed hand forward. In one quick movement, the child was impaled by the White man's blade, straight through the chest. He dropped his wooden sword and went limp as life left his body.

	The third clone, between the murdered child and Jenso, looked at Jenso during all of this, taunting him with an evil look in his eyes. "Fighting people like me is pointless!" He mocked, turning his bladed arm back into a fist. "Can't you see that, little fledgling?"