"No! No! Leave me alone!" Theron was chasing a man. The poor fool made the mistake of sticking his nose where it didn't belong and now somebody wanted him dead. Task that fell upon Theron's shoulders. It was night time, Theron loved it at night that was when he could really put his skills to the test. He was in Damascus, a small town inhabited by many races. As he was chasing the guy throughout town, Theron remembered that he has throwing knives in his arsenal so he picked one and threw it in the man's leg. The man fell down on the ground as Theron got close to him, grabbed him and dragged him in an alley. "Who are you?" Asked the man. "The last thing you're gonna see in this life. Don't get me wrong, this is nothing personal, just business. Somebody wants you dead. And i'm here to fullfill the task." Said Theron as he took out one of his broadswords and stabbed the man in the stomach with it. He then forced the sword deeper into him, as the blade got halfway inside. Then he quickly took it out and cleaned it of blood with the dead guy's clothes and placed it back in it's sheath. He also took out the throwing knife which he threw in the guy's leg as he cleaned it of blood as well and put it back in it's place. 

As Theron turned around to leave he remembered that the person who hired him to kill this guy also told him to bring proof of the guy's death, so Theron pulls out his dagger, returns to the dead body and cuts out his left hand. Then he quickly leave the scene, heading towards a store, as he gets inside and closes the door behind him and locks it. "You?! Did you kill him?" Asked the owner of the store. Theron reveals the hand he chopped from him after he killed him and threw it at the guy's feet. Then he takes off his mask, putting it on a table and thyen the hood covering his head. The owner looked at the hand and then back at Theron. "How do I know that this hand belongs to him? How do I know you killed the right person?" Said the owner rather in disbelief. Theron got really pissed as he pulled out his dagger, stormed at the owner as he grabbed him by his neck and pointed the blade of the dagger against it. "You have the nerve to doubt me? What do you think? That i'm some stupid amateur?" Said Theron pressing the tip of the dagger more and more against the owner's neck. "I'm not doubting you, it's just that...I wanna be sure you killed the right guy, or that you killed him at all." said the owner trying to save himself from the same fate that the person he wanted dead just had.

"Let me make one thing perfectly straight. I have no problem killing anyone in this world, regardless of the age, gender or race. I have no problem killing you just because you had the courage to doubt me." Said Theron as he let go of the man and put the dagger back in it's sheath. "Your money is there, on the table." Said the owner pointing towards a small bag that was tied. Theron takes the bag and his mask and heads to the door. "Nice doing business with you! See you around!" Said Theron as he opened the door and got out, with the owner breathing deep and checking his neck for wounds. Once outside Theron puts the money bag in his pouch and ties the mask to hiss belt, covering himself with his brown cape and his head with the cape's hood as he started heading towards the Fliying Eagle Inn.