Allen looked around the town wondering what the fuck was going on? No soldiers, no citizens , grunts kidnappings this guy.....wait what the hell?!? Allen stopped and grabbed the arm of a passing grunt. "Dude, what the fucks happening right now? Anarchy?" The grunt ignored Allen's words and attempted to steal his sword that was sheath on Allen's back. In the blink of an eye his arm was slit clean off his shoulder. Allen was now holding his sword standing in a nonchalant position." Tsk tsk tsk you could just asked a simple question. Sadly for you I don't quite like mercy so see ya in hell!" Allen shouted quickly impaling the man in the chest. He screamed in agony as he died quickly signalling other grunts his location. Allen retrieve his sword from the crops and began to wonder through the town. Before he knew it he was stopped and surrounded by 20 men. He smiled swinging his sword playfully. "Hey batter batter!" Then a devilish grin appeared on his face. All 20 men rushed towards Allen in his eyes recklessly swinging. Allen ran towards two of the grunts quickly ending both of their lives with a swing which instantly decapitating the both of them. He then jumped backwards dodge two or three swings from another grunt. Allen impaled him and held him close using him as a shield to defend himself from the others attacks. He decapitated his lovely shield and thrown the head at the rest of the group laughing as he yanked the sword out of the headless corpse. Some of the grunts stepped back in fear while others were already running in the opposite direction. "Come on! I get worked up for this shit!" He pouted like a little kid. The grunts will most likely tell who ever leads them about this so Allen took to the roofs. As he jumped from roof to roof reality bitcged smacked him in midair. "FUCK! Celaena!!!!!" Allen began to ridiculously shout Celaena's name through the town as he traveled by the roofs.