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The very second the man turned his back Knutik considered cutting him into ribbons, but the energy to do it just wasn't in him anymore - maybe it was because of the damage to his pride from backing down or maybe it was the harsh realization that there were people with stronger power against him. Perhaps the swordsman was right though; waiting to eliminate the threat and then ask questions was a more methodical approach than what Knutik had in mind. The shade really didn't care much about where the scarecrows came from or why they were there, perhaps he was just looking for an excuse to torment a small child... or maybe he simply got lost in his own power. It's been so long since he's been able to use his abilities to this extent.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a repetitive noise some where on the floor above. It reminded him of the tapping on the tavern door from the little girl but this was much more annoying, somebody needed softer shoes. Feeling completely pooped he barely paid any mind to the smaller scarecrow that's been trying to scratch him to death for the last minute. He lazily watched with half-lidded eyes as another seemed to rush up the stairs, the thumping of it's steps suddenly ending with no question once it was out of sight. He spaced out staring at a spot on the stairs before realizing a well dressed man was standing at the balcony just next to it. It took a moment for Knutik to recognize him as the man from earlier. He watched him gingerly make his way down the steps barely regarding the surrounding chaos. Knutik's green glowing eyes followed the man as he walked past him towards the main door, saying it was time for children to go home.

The wraith looked confused at the odd statement and glanced over to the little girl who's mood seemed to have done a 180. He watched her walk over to the man, paused to look back with hatred and then left. He could've sworn he felt some fear and despair for a split second before the door shut. Then something changed as if pressure in the room was released. Scarecrows no longer crawled through the walls, but the ones within still remained. Knutik released a wispy sigh after the suited man walked by him to the bar then later disappeared up the stairs. He grabbed the annoying small scarecrow that was still trying to claw into him by the neck, picked it up, and then dropped it down a hole of shadows. He doesn't exactly know where he's been putting them but the thought of an unsuspecting person on the other end being shredded to gory bits made him smile.

He then took a moment just floating amidst the last of the carnage in his thoughts. [color=ed1c24]'Looks like I couldn't stay away from the violence and anger for long....'[/color] his face showed no sign of remorse for losing control of himself. [color=ed1c24]'This shows my efforts meant nothing after all.'[/color] He wanted to burst into laughter but only gave himself an accepting smile. [color=82ca9d]'Oh well....'[/color] He opened a portal to his dimension, entered, and then closed it off to the rest of the universe.

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Knutik buried himself in his hoard of treasures while he gave himself time to think. [color=82ca9d]'So many years wasted being afraid, fearing my own.... shadow... and for what? I have no fear with this emotion, I have no sadness... no despair... why did I run from it for so long? Remorse? I only felt remorse and despair when the whole world was crying [i]with[/i] me.'[/color] He began to pout even though nobody was here to see it. [color=82ca9d]'Remorse is just another emotion absorbed from others... it's not [b]mine[/b].'[/color] He pondered timelessly within his realm, trying to search for any justification that avoiding the more 'evil' emotions wasn't a wasted effort... Being a monster? Technically he couldn't even avoid looking like one because even if he took on the form of a human he'd still look like a mass of darkness. Being feared? At this point he could revel in it. Being hated?..... that was more of an annoyance than something that 'hurt' him. Eventually he gave up. If violence and anger was what the universe wanted him to be, then why SHOULD he repress it. No... he'll embrace it. Knutik is tired of trying to be the good guy in this day and age, he's tired of fearing fear itself, he's tired of being afraid but most of all.... he's tired of being afraid of himself. 

After all, violence and anger is also part of survival.