Balothiss destroyed a table with one mighty swing of his sword "Reaver" and then he shouldered his way through a support that held up part of a broken sealing and that fell to the ground he picked up the podium and threw it into a wall he killed multiple peasants and militia men with swipes of "Reaver" and now he began to throw balls of fire into the village hall that he had decimated he closed the door and pulled a large amount of debris in front of the door so no one could get out of the burning building he threw more balls of fire and watched the building burn down and listened to the screams of the people inside suffocating and burning alive.

Balothiss laughed at the pathetic pilgrims as they tried to slow him down by throwing assorted items at him he just picked the pilgrims up one by one and threw them into a building breaking bones and killing them almost instantly.

Death was a beautiful yet terrible thing Balothiss realized.

But he liked seeing those he killed die with dignity if he let them and if he fought an equal to him he repeated his opponent.

Balothiss wondered how everyone else was doing terrorizing this pathetic place wher people expected to live in peace well that was all over for them and their children and their children's other children that are never to be born.

He laughed loudly and watched everything burn around him and all the destruction it made him forget about his past and how much he wanted to kill the people he once lived amongst.

He looked around he wondered if it was time to leave or if they needed to finish this town off so he surveyed for the others and he saw some here and there so he waited to see more leave.