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	"Or what? You run me through and look for some other sorry sod to interrogate? Go ahead then. Kill me," The warrior mage challenged Sev, full of spite. "My family would be safer with me dead then to come back having failed." There was a moment of silence as the mage closed his eyes, seemingly waiting for the finishing move. And while he was, his eyes were moving in a particular pattern. Suddenly, the mage's mana level noticeably spiked high enough for Sev to physically feel it, but instead of it flowing from him, it seemed to be gathering to him. The man's eyes started to glow in the night from behind his eyelids, and upon opening them, they shone like the sun. He grabbed the blade of the spear. "MAY THE EMPEROR OF GREED BE CRUSHED UNDER HIS OWN SPOILS!"

	The amount of man he was gathering was highly dangerous. As a Combat mage, Sev would know this man was about to overload with mana, causing a large explosion centered on himself. With his last words of defiance, he planned to take himself out along with Sev. He had mere seconds.

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	When Maeve arrived next to Allard, he only slowly nodded in response, Using his great axe to help himself up and drag himself behind her. "My daughter," he stammered before coughing a small amount of blood up, "She is not here. My wife and son locked themselves away in the tavern, but I never found Hildebrand...." His voice was weak and stressed.

Trying to take advantage of the situation, a small group of swordsmen advanced on the two, taking maeve lightly and wanting to finish off the behemoth. There were three mercenaries and on Varuk bandit with an axe closing in fast.

	"A wounded wolf...," Allard began to mutter as a one of the four slipped by maeve to go after Allard first instead, "can still bare its fangs!" As the man raised his blade to lop off the giant's head. Allard reached out in near perfect timing and grabbed the many by the skull, his hand over his face. The man tried to recover by taking his shortsword and stabbing it into Allard's arm, though Allard just slammed the man into the stonework of the square, knocking some of the stones out of place, and crushing his skull.

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	Before the Varuk bandit squad leader slit Juliana's throat, there was a heavy gust of wind that engulfed all of them, when it settled, Sahale was floating down from the air, gently and silently landing in between the bandit with his hostage and Aerex who was on the ground. The men that had surrounded Aerex went limp as they fell, dead before they hit the ground, all with a slash at the neck. Was that from the wind? Sahale was eerily quiet for a change, his eyes full of murderous intent. In fact, there was heavy amounts of blood splatted all over hi and his clothes, yet not any sign of injury on himself.

	"Who the hell are you supposed to be, eh?" the bandit challenged warily. But he got nothing but a scowl borne of utter contempt in return. Sahale started walking towards the man. "Hey, hey, stay back, I'll kill her!"

	[color=9932CC]"Will you? I thought you were already going to try...,"[/color] Sahale said coldly as he continued his slow advance.

	"Alright smart ass, her blood is on your hands then! A pity she would have done well for a little night company for the boys too, heheheh." With that said, he drew his arm to the side in a movement to slice her throat, but felt no resistance. "H-huh?" The man looked down and noticed that instead of his hand and knife at the girl's throat, it was on the ground, in a small pool of blood. The man shoved Juliana away frantically, looking at his nub of an arm, the pain now setting in with his realization as he cried out. Sahale caught her and gently laid her down, but then continued his walk towards the man "N-no stay back! We have friends in high places! You won't get away with this if you-"

	[color=9932CC]"BE SILENT,"[/color] Sahale ordered as a gust of wind forced its way into the mans pleading throat, keeping him from breathing, only able to make a blood curdling sound from his throat as he tried to exhale but couldn't. The man, now desperate, pulled another blade out with his good hand and tried to rush Sahale in a last ditch effort. Sahale didn't even raise his own blade as the wind swirled around the man, instantly dismembering his arms and legs, dropping him to the ground. The man's screams once again rang out, but it was only shortly lived, as Sahale finally looked down to the man and made an insanely fast cut, aided by the wind, that would split the man in two, though the cut was so fine, that he seemed to stay whole, only a faint bleeding line down his head to groin and the tear in his clothes showing where the line of the cut was, Sahale's blade not even so much as stained.

	Sahale made his way to the injured girl first, trying to hide his rage from the other man with a kind smile to assure her she was safe. [color=9932CC]"Are you alright? We should make your way to the temple. I will pick up your friend here and escort you. You will be safe there."[/color]