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Arkya had been sitting in the boat, waiting for something to happen. [i]Thump thump thump thump[/i]. A cultist had ran aboard. "M-ma'am, Aedius said to start the plan." The cultist said. "And?" Arkya replied. "Uh... Kill them if they resist?" "Alright." Arkya stood up, and walked past the cultist, who had been shaken by something earlier. With Aedius doing negotiations, he probably asked the big question. Arkya stood up, and left the boat.

Arkya walked past the beach, and into the village. Natives were getting murdered by the Ragged Brotherhood, or dragged off unto the beach. A large man stood in front of Arkya. He had beaten two cultists, and was barely scratched. In his hands was a large hammer. He didn't appear to use magic, so Arkya would have a fair fight with this man. She reached for her knives which had been placed in sheaths on her thighs, and she held them in front of her, the left blade pointing to the left, and the right pointing to the right. The man charged with the hammer, and with great virility, smashed it to the ground. It appeared to be a direct hit, but dust was pushed up. He felt proud just for a moment, but when the dust settled, he noticed something. There was nobody who was hit by the hammer. He looked straight down, and right in between the gaps of his arms was Arkya, who had leapt at the man. Arkya had thrust her knives into the man's stomach, and pulled both away, causing his stomach to be split into two. He had fallen to the ground, blood dripping. There was a woman behind, hiding with a child. Arkya grabbed the woman's arm, and pulled it. She dragged the woman and her child to the beach, and once done, she looked upon Aedius and the dead old man. She had no opinion about his actions, but she would have probably done the same.