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Holding his arm out while the woman was was supposed to heal him ran out in a flurry of rage and misplaced anger. He stood there, and then just yawned in annoyance and surrender. [i][color=#642EFE]Whatever, little cut can wait.[/color][/i] he thinks to himself with another long sigh.

Rushing outside, he noticed that Edict ran his sword through a burning skeleton? Squinting his eyes to confirm that he wasn't hallucinating or anything. It was still there,the soft crackle of the burning skull were overridden by the shower of curses and profanities by the healer/innkeeper [color=#642EFE]"What was that?"[/color] he Edict outloud.

Suddenly the inn burst on fire, and before he knew it, Cassius unconsciously whispered [i][color=#642EFE]"Stutter Step"[/color][/i] and began taking lengthy strides towards the burning inn. Cassius figured that there would be some civilians in the swirl of orange and red. Finally reaching the entrance, his body quivered as [i]something[/i] kicked the door open. His instincts and body were all screaming at him to get back- to run.

This figure had a dark sense of foreboding and intimidation that Cassius had never felt on anything, human or not. He whispered, [i][color=#642EFE]"Final Hour."[/color][/i] his last effort technique in a do or die situation, he activated this because he knows that he WILL need it. Charging forward, longsword in hand he swipes horizontally towards the dark being.