Avalon would smirk under his helmet at his half-sister. She knew him all to well; it wasn't the fact he enjoyed the killing, it was the fact he knew the importance of gathering as much life-force as possible.

His grip tightened around his sword as she sluggishly marched towards the ship, his other hand charging up a ice fury than encompassed his entire fist. The nearest sheep looked up at him in total confusion as to the events that would be bestowed upon it, and with a mighty chop the sword came swinging down upon it, collapsing to the floor.

Before the other sheep had the chance to run, Avalon fist opened into an open hand, shooting thousands of ice splinters that tore through the flesh of the sheep.- Not a single one remain standing.

Avalon raised his gauntlet in which a dragon had been forged into it. The life-force was drawn to the bright purple stone that laid embedded in the silver. He turned back to his siblings with a proud look, as if to tell them that this is how it was to be done.

"Let us press on towards the village." Avalon announced coolly.