Blood dyed the walls of the tent as Uriel took a step forward.
His eyes shone with blue streams of vibrant eldrin and his sword seemed to launch itself from its scabbard on its own.
Uriel had only drawn the blade and the man at the lead of the soldiers split in two.
"What. Did. You. Dogs. Do. To. Them?" his voice came out in a slow drawl, he was only half seeing the soldiers, while in his mind all that he could see was the torn clothing of the girls.
"Crap he's an eldrin holder!" the nearest soldier shouted and retreated a little, but before he could get very far a hand grabbed him by the jaw.
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, WHAT DID YOU DOGS DO TO THEM?!" Uriel roared in a voice of pure fury, that sent not just the soldiers reeling back but even Urlo took an unintentional step back.
