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The square was rapidly erupting into chaos as Renais fought countless bandits, his drowen senses enthralled from his joy of bloodshed. He brought his sword up across a mans chest, then quickly jabbed it behind him, impaling another on his sword. "Brisingr!" he cried, 10 glowing orbs appearing around each of his wrists, 5 per wrist. A bandit struck Renais in the shoulder with his club, causing him to drop his sword from reflex. Renais quickly reached out and grabbed the mans hand and sent one of the glowing orbs into the man's body. The man burst into flames, every square inch of his body ablaze with orange flame. The man fell to the ground screaming, praying to the gods so that they may have mercy upon him. Renais summoned his sword back to his hand with a single thought, and the sword returned to him, piercing another bandit in the process. "Renais!?" someone said, "What are you doing here?" He recognized that voice, even though he had only heard it once before. He sent another orb into a bandit, who burst into flames like the first before the woman came into view, her sword dripping with blood. The bandits began to fall back slightly, although there were still some foolish enough to take on the pair. "Not now" he said, felling another bandit with a quick slash to the chest, but in the same moment taking another blow to the shoulder, this time from a sword. His wound began to bleed, the blood falling into the collection already forming on the ground. He pressed his hand to the wound and sent another orb into it. The heat from the orb obeyed his thoughts and cauterized the wound, stemming the flow of blood...

The boy quivered slightly, then pointed a shaking finger at Renais. "He attacked my dad, got him across the chest he did!" Renais's eyes shone from under his hood, clearly looking at the child. "Well?" the woman said sharply, glaring over at him. "Self Defense" Renais said, flicking his sword toward a nearby man who was still alive but bleeding badly from a slash across his chest. "Your father?" Renais grumbled, his voice full of malice. Confusion played across the boys face, not sure how to respond. After a long moment, the boy nodded, his eyes tearing up. Renais sent an orb into his sword, which began to glow crimson. Without so much as looking away from the boy, Renais traced the man's wound with the tip of his sword. The ends of the wound were drawn together from the heat of the blade, cauterizing the wound. His sword pulsed crimson for a moment, the blood coating it evaporating. Renais sheathed his sword and dispelled the remaining 6 orbs, his eyes still focused upon the boy and the woman. The woman was still looking at Renais, and Renais at her. Something clicked within his conscious mind and told him that this woman was different from the rest, that she might be one of them, although he believed that the woman probably didn't know it. After all, Renais reasoned, how could she know, she had never seen them...

Zero watched the precedings with interest but became distracted when another demonic presence appeared in the area.... Zero made a note of this other prescence and resolved to be careful not to reveal himself to it unless necesary. he watched as renais cauterized the mans wound and couldn't help but think that were it him he'd have killed the bay as well and probably hunt some of the bandits who'd run away.

grave walked from behind the pile of dead banits, his soine clearly visible, connecting his torso and legs, instead of red, meat, or blood, tshadowy tendrils were coming from the wound, he had an organ in his hand, and ripped another from a bandit, and compared them, as if shopping for something important, then with a swift movemnt, he attached the better one to its missing counter part, he continued this, and, with all the organs in place, he grabs a man of his stature, and, using the mans knife, he cut the skin from his back, using it as his own

Renais chuckled at the thought of a mere bandit breaking Kethsar's binding spell. -He closed his eyes, delving into a pensive state. After a moment, he opened his eyes, staring back at Kethsar. "Does the word Valtes mean anything to you?" Renais said, putting emphasis on the word Valtes. Annoyance flashed across her face, followed by confusion, then what appeared to be understanding. Movement flashed up on the roof tops for a slip second, then it was gone. Renais knew someone had been there moments before, but who it had been, he didn't know. He cautiously placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, listening closely for anything suspicious...

Kethsar thought about it puzzled, almost 300 years had gone by without ridicule of her father's parentage. The Valtes Tribesmen of the eastern village. The best warriors until their sudden demise, a revolt smashed their village to pieces, many survived, but spread out among the people. Her father was one of them, a strong figure of good on the government, asked by chief Larguna, the predessore of the present cheif, to represent them in the Wars. That was the last time any nmention of Valtes had been a direct effect on her. Since then, she'd been burdened by the corrupt in her village, they raged with revenge, and none but her had been accepted into the temple for training, all too tainted by the ways of man.

Kethsar nodded a bit, but turned to grave and said, "then why'd you let the damn thing eat you!?"

Renais tapped his foot impatiently as Kethsar racked her brain for possible answers, although there were many answers that could be correct. However, Renais had a hunch that the world as they knew it was about to come crashing down and that a sequence of events had been set into motion that could not be stopped. He remembered the hymn his master had once taught him, foretelling the arrival of the Razgriz. The Hymne stated that when history was about to witness a great change, Razgriz reviled itself as a demon. As a demon it would reign death upon the land, despair and destruction lying in its wake...

Renais sighed and shook his head, slightly disappointed. "Then you are not the one of which I seek, although you may be a useful ally in the time to come. The winds have shifted, ill tidings lingering in the breeze. Dark times are quickly approaching, and I fear that many of this realm may not survive" he said, his head low and his voice full of sorrow. He looked up again and saw another flash of movement on the roof tops, but again, only for a split second...