A spontaneous loud BANG!!! Ranged through the corridor of the witches Asylum. Soon a young man was thrown out the hole created from a destructive type of magic. His back slammed against the wall and he slid to the floor. The boy had white hair and a small goatee that covered his chin. He hurriedly stumbled to his feet and grabbed his sword jumping to the left dodging another magical projectile that shot out of the hole. "Get back here!" A feminine voice could be heard shouting the demand of his presence. He ran and began to move his feet as if he was ice skating. Soon ice residue was left behind as he continued to run/ice skate through the corridors. "Damn. I knew killing an Asylum full of witches was a bad idea!!!!!" He shouted skating and dodging countless pulses of magic that whizzed passed him. He ran towards the rooms of the witches and was soon coming towards a dead end. "FUCK!!!" He shouted as one of the following witches scored a hit on his ankle. He tripped and doubled over grasping his broken ankle. The witches walked up to him and looked down at him as if he was trash or a rat. "Tsk tsk tsk. Looks like we finally caught you. Ailen Galathynius." The witch stated grabbing him by his collar and dragged him back down the corridor. He was most likely gonna be thrown in the dungeon and probably tortured later.