He did not notice the flames around him. He did not hear the pleas for mercy. He emerged inside the building from the flame engulfed wall. The chill was no match for a wall of fire. The skin of those trapped inside began to rot as he approached. Not sure if the heat which affected his rage or perhapse it was the frantic praying he had encountered by some of the peasants. The blade he wielded slowed its attack. Cold stare lifted his blade and with a single thrust watched the old mans eyes roll upward into his head. Every soul in that inferno died before the fire could reach them.

As the building collapsed from the fire damage out walked the shadow of a knight. Through the flames it moved silently across the street. Oblivious to the archers shooting at his form. He pushed his form through the wall of another building where[@Blackmist16] stood. There was no innocence to this form, no compassion to destroy. This form standing in front of "cold stare" was pure.....