Turning to face the remaining two men, Tristan saw no reason to intimidate them further. He desired answers and didn't want to waste any more lives.
"Where is this?" He asked, crouching before the heavily shivering men. The looks in their eyes, however, did not faze him.
"Please don't kill me!" The man exclaimed, raising his hands at Tristan's face when he crouched. "I don't want to die. Not again!"
"I won't," Tristan replied, furrowing his brows. "Again?"
Stunned, the man glanced at his gang-mate and the other could only nod.
"This is-" He could not complete his words since a rain of water droplets born from a strange source of energy fell on their position, directly punching holes in the bodies of both men. They died almost instantly.
Fortunately, Tristan had reacted instants before those attacks arrived.
"You bastard! I'll kill you!" Russ screamed at the top of his voice, raising his second hand towards the gap between those two buildings.
Muttering a few words in those instants, Tristan; from his position within the alley, watched tens of small shining blue droplets manifest from the very air to speed towards him like arrows.
Still, he never felt an ounce of danger and dashed forward with all the power his knees could muster.
Tristan took off with spectacular might but lost control of that momentum, only to crash into the same building he had initially hurled the gang member at.
His figure tore through its walls to almost bring it down.
Screams and yelps resounded when he punched a hole in both sides of the building.
"Damn," he muttered, pulling himself from the fence existing at the back of the building. He had managed not to destroy it, but his humanoid figure had dug into it, leaving his outline.
Shaking off the slight dizziness he felt, he began his slow walk back into the street.
Crossing the length of the building despite the muffled voices that radiated fear.
Tristan arrived on the street again and the moment the silvery light of the moon bounced off his bare skin, his senses flickered again and he tilted his head to the side.
Russ had thrown his sword towards him, but it still remained slow to his eyes.
"How do you make water from thin air?" Tristan asked, taking slow steps toward the man.
Russ saw this and fear took hold of his dark heart. He mustered all the energy in his being to call upon a power he hadn't used in a long time.
Unfortunately, for reasons he knew too well, the skill was damaged.
"You're a class three, it's unfair," Russ said even if his skin began to emit a soft light-blue glow. Were it not for the darkness around, Tristan believed he would not even see that light.
His brown hair began to float softly and two linear markings appeared on his forehead. But they were badly blurred.
Only then did Tristan take note of a certain detail. Sure, he found that sight more strange than anything he believed he knew. Still, he felt something churn within him. Deep within him.
"How is all of this possible?" He asked, still not feeling the slightest of fear.
"Even if I die again, I'll die giving everything I had!" Russ announced, with a loud voice as a big ball of glowing blue water converged into existence before him to shoot toward Tristan with great power.
Unfortunately, its target remained quicker in reacting than its sender.
Tristan dashed, he moved at speeds no less than ten times the velocity of the average human, so he could cross the 7m distance between himself and Russ.
Successfully dodging the mass of liquid, Tristan slammed into Russ's figure, having once again lost control from trying to make erratic and precise movements.
Still, even at that, all Russ could see was a flickering figure and the force of a car slamming into his body.
Both figures crashed into one of the buildings on that street and smashed through its walls. It was an abandoned building, a weak and old one. Like most of the buildings around.
The force of both individuals brought it down. Russ died from having his bones crushed due to Tristan's speeding body while the building's mass squeezed out the last of his strength. Marking an end to the reign of the killer whale gang.
Or so Tristan thought. As time passed he would find out the truth of the events that occurred that night.
On the other hand, Tristan remained unhurt, but it took him ten whole minutes to come out of the pile of rubble.
Grunting as his eyes caught flashes of light, he forced his head through the mass of stones and metal before him, to burst out from the top of the collapsed building. Sending bits of rocks flying in various directions.
Tristan felt stunned to find more than ten individuals surrounding that pile of rubble or to be more specific they surrounded him.
They each wielded a weapon and were all men. Nevertheless, even at that sight, he felt not an ounce of danger.
Someone stepped forward, a mid-thirties man. He had light clothes on but was built and felt skilled with his blade. Even if he had his sword sheathed, Tristan felt he could draw it at any time.
'He'll still lose a fight with me though,' he concluded. 'They all will.'
"I am Lax… protector of this part of our town. At least I used to…" The man announced not minding Tristan's cloth-less state. "Who are you?"
"I am Tristan."
"The man you fought… is he dead?" Lax asked, narrowing his eyes, momentarily adopting a somber expression.
"Yes… I believe he is." Tristan replied, unafraid. He allowed his eyebrows to crease at their edges.
Lax lowered his head, his expression turning severe. He spoke. "Well Tristan, do you realize what you have done here?" His tone remained low, and he placed his hand on his blade's hilt.
Tristan narrowed his eyes. It was still dark, even if the moon's light stood high. He could clearly see their faces despite that low light.
A portion of his attention went to testing his various senses. He realized that he could hear muttering from certain buildings far away from him. He could even hear some hushed discussions.
His sense of smell had been heightened as well as his sense of hearing.
'My strength feels heightened, same as my other physical attributes. People can also achieve strange feats. I don't know if that's strange or not. It doesn't feel normal though.'
'What exactly is going on? Am I dead?' He wondered. All he could remember till he woke up at the shore was falling into the ocean, the sight of Medrial, and his name.
Apart from that, Tristan realized he had no recollection of the events that happened in times past!