Ramiel's performance took Vitia aback. She had seen warriors from her village fight before, but this... surpassed all her expectations. The stranger seemed natural in his actions as if he had been made to fight. He avoided unnecessary movements and moved with unadorned grace. Wherever he appeared, his enemies fell dead. Every step, every movement of his muscles seemed carefully planned.
His control of mana was also astounding. Vitia didn't know until the last moment when Ramiel cast a spell. By the time she noticed, it was usually over. She had a lot of experience with energy control, so her praise is well deserved.
Vitia didn't like violence, but she was fascinated by Ramiel's performance. She wasn't even disgusted when fountains of blood spurted from the corpse, accompanied by warm and smelly entrails.
Ramiel wiped the blood from his face with the willow of his hand. He could have waited for his weapon to take care of it, but he didn't like being dirty.
