"How presumptuous," groaned the salivating aedric beasts. It pounced looking for blood, the claws struck to no avail, the immediate rock face crumbled into boulders. Blades stained by the life of many others slid off the sheath, the figure blinked to reappear beside the creature, a brazen upward slash cleanly beheaded the monster. No turning back nor standing on guard, the blade returned as quickly as it entered the battle. No mercy nor emotions, the tall figure promenaded in to stand before the crowd.
"NO, JONAS!" cried the supposed leader, "-HOW DARE YOU SLAY ONE OF OUR BROTHERS."
"Lady Rouge," Tharis left its holster, "-a question, mind entertaining this humble traveler?"
"What is it?" her eyes narrowed to say, '-what a fool.'
"Vane's cult," he leaped onto the precarious edifice, '-her back has been burnt and inscribed with many curses. Can't quite get the read on their intent.' Rivaling her one more,"-what's there to accomplish?"
