"Yeah, whatever." Zhuraek said.<br/><br/>He drew his sword, took a step forward and impaled one of the brutes right through the chest. The man fell the the floor screaming in agony but had no marks on his body or clothing. Another drew a knife and made to stab him in the back but the blade passed right through Zhuraek as if he wasn't there. He spun around and slammed the hilt of his sword into his attacker's stomach.<br/><br/>"I've always hated men who abused innocent women." He sidestepped another clumsy attack before his blade sliced through the wrist of another of the brutes. Again there was no blood but the man fell to the his knees howling and clutching his wrist.<br/>"Come on. There's seven of you and only frou of us. Surely you can put up a half decent fight."