The boy moved into the town, slowly at first to ensure he didn't come across any guards. Fortunately, this night seemed to have all the guards spending their shifts in taverns. The fools were failing at their jobs, but that worked well in Trevinter's favor. For he came her to ensure that a certain ritual could not be complete, one that would raise a demon powerful enough to combat Trevinter. The result if the demon won? Then Trevinter's father would soon come to the world in such a fury, he would no doubt be victorious in his campaign. So the boy wandered through the town, checking for the alley specified by the Templar's memories. Ah, here it was; the boy knew the scent of blood and incense quite well. It was a favorite of father's, and thus constantly drifting through the Palace. As the boy stepped into the ally, he let his eyes drift over those present. A man, dead and split open laying on the floor; no doubt seduced by one of the three beautiful woman surrounding him. Witches no doubt, looking to gain something from summoning this demon. The fools. [color=ed1c24]"Hello, Ladies. I see a bit of murder going on here. Not bad, I dig. But, I am afraid I will have to ask you to stop and drop this ritual peacefully."[/color] He said with a false smile on his face. Almost immediately the youngest witch, no doubt about 17 by human standards came close to the boy and grabbed his hand. Pressing herself against the boy's arm in an attempt to seduce him, and whispering in his ear. [color=00aeef]"How about you let us finish our little ritual here, and we have have a little fun after? I'm afraid asking us to peacefully stop is no anyways, so why don't you save yourself for after; handsome?"[/color] The boy smirked slightly. [color=ed1c24]"Figured you would say that."[/color] He responded.  

The next moment was a blur as the very arm the witch was holding onto tore upwards, his shoulder slamming into her jaw hard enough to make a a thundering clap of breaking. The witch stumbled backwards and regained her balance quickly, only to see the boy's foot racing upwards into her neck. The witch slammed backwards into the brick wall, collapsing as her throat collapsed inwards on itself. Cutting off her ability to breath. The boy turned towards the other two, who were staring in horror at how quickly this boy had dispatched their fellow witch. [color=ed1c24]"Now, who's next?"[/color] The boy spoke as one witch pulled her wand out only to have it blown to pieces seconds later. When her attention turned back to the boy, he was standing there with two guns in his hands. A clock behind him. Only then did she understand who she was up against. As the girls began to turn to run, the boy held his guns at the back of their heads and fired. Stealing away the time they had left in their lives. However, that still wasn't enough to replenish for what he had lost during the battle of the templars. He needed more time.