With a thundering crash, a body was launched out of the Odd Jobs shop and onto the cobbled street, a cultist with blood pouring from ...well, everywhere! The other two ran outside, bound Daedric blades in hand - they weren't stupid enough to keep discounting the kid's speed after the first one-hit-kill, and opted to use melee weapons to defend what wards simply couldn't. They didn't waver in the slightest. Commendable, but they had no idea who they were messing with...

Aria slowly stepped outside, tapping the ground with the tip of her katana. She lacked any real expression, mainly due to the fact that her opponents' faces were masked. She wondered if they were shitting it or genuinely standing their ground. Probably the latter; they were so damn zealous. "Can you two do yourselves a favour and spill everything before you leave Whiterun forever? It's bad for business if there's [I]three[/I] dead morons bleeding all over the street outside my door. Oh, you still need to pay for that door, too."

"You pathetic runt... You will fall before the loyal servants of the true Dragonborn, and so will your friend and that witness you have!" The larger of the two snapped as he built up a fire bolt in one hand. Before he could make another move, Aria closed the gap between them, swiftly and powerfully taking his arm off at the elbow. The larger cultist fell and screamed as the deceptively strong young lady kicked into the open wound.

"You already smashed the door, you freaks! You burn my shop down and I'll rip through those masks and burn your eyeballs out!" Aria growled sadistically. The second cultist made a clumsy swing for her neck, but she was behind him before he'd even finished his swipe. Everything was still for a moment, until the man's robes began to turn red. The cultist fell forward, and Aria quite calmly began walking up the street toward Arcadia's Cauldron, the tip of her blade occasionally dropping a droplet of blood onto the clean cobbles. "And you, with the missing arm? [I]Move an inch[/I] and I'll make sure you die slowly. Kay~?" she chanted as she left the injured man's sight.

"Cronic, you alive?" Aria called up the street.