<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><b>Ashmael hovered the streets below, a faint smile played on his lips as he watched the people. It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, not much evil seemed to be lurking until...<br/>
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From the corner of his brown eye, he caught the sight of something unusual. A man moving at incredible speed. Ashmael quickly turned, following him and his direction, then slowly began to lower himself in their direction. He was still quite high in the air, too high to be noticed by the pair of men. He watched curiously at what would happen then... "Stop!" Ashmael flew downwards to interrupt the scene as fast as he possibly could, only to see that he was too late. The young man, had severed the other's arm and stabbed him in the back. By the time he was even noticeable, the man guilty had vanished.<br/>
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On the ground, Ashmael lowered himself to his knees, to lift the man's body. He bled profusely, and had a vacant look in his eyes. Ashmael ground his teeth, he could tell the man was dead, and that his soul had been gone. Closing his eyes tightly, he muttered a quick prayer. Opening his eyes, he sighed and shook his head. "Who the hell was that guy?" He didn't b0ther to look around, he figured that he'd been long gone by then. Sighing again, Ashmael raised a hand and gently closed the dead man's eyes. He hated death, well not death, murder. Death was natural, everything died eventually, but at it's own right time. Killing was something totally different, and only deserved by the wicked. His anger bubbled, just who did that man think he was? What did he think gave him the right? And what a coward he was to just leave so soon after! This man hadn't been evil, he could tell. Gently placing him down, Ashmael stood and wiped the blood off of his hands and onto his pants. <br/>
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