<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96676.msg4222720#msg4222720">Quote from: Narianna on 05-02-2011, 09:20:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center">Zentius Yerodin (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96661.msg4199711#msg4199711)</div><br/>As Zentius leaves the Prancing Unicorn, two men appear out of nowhere. They appear to be human but are dressed in all black. They slink from the shadows and grab Zentius, dragging him into an unlit alleyway, smelling of vomit and piss. One holds a knife to his throat while the other knees him in the gut.<br/><br/>“Give us all ya got!” Came a hissed demand.<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>When two men dressed in all black step out of the shadows and grab Zentius he does not put up any kind of struggle. Whatever they want with him he knows that his reaction would be best not seen out on the public street someplace more secluded would be much more to his liking. With a blade pressed to his throat he merely grunts when the knee impacts with his stomach. In response to the demand he hisses, “No, I do not think it will take all that I’ve got.” It only takes a thought for him to cause his flesh to harden like metal making the blade at his throat a meaningless threat. Raising his head slightly to allow the glowing red of his eyes to shine from under his hood, he slowly reaches his hands up and pulls the hood back and off.<br/><br/>Letting go of his hood his right suddenly flashes out at the throat of the man holding the knife. Before reaching its target the hand transform into a double edged blade. The blade easily slices through the soft flesh of the man’s throat, he then yanks his arm to the side ripping the throat open causing his life’s blood to spray out into the dark alley. Dropping his knife the dying man clamps both hands over his ruined throat as he falls to his knees before collapsing face first on to the alley floor.<br/><br/>The remaining mugger seeing Zentius’ eyes and appearance and the sudden death of his partner turns to flee. Zentius simply looks over at him and says, “Oh, no. You do not get away that easy.” He raises his left hand gesturing toward the fleeing mugger and using the strength of his mind takes hold of the man’s body. The man comes to a jerky stop and awkwardly turns back around. Zentius steps up closer to the man and looks him over. Seeing that man also has a dagger Zentius gets an evil grin on his face. He makes a flourish with his outstretched hand and in a jerky very ungraceful motion the mugger draws the dagger from its scabbard. Terror fills the man’s eyes as he raises his own blade to his own throat. Through clenched teeth the mugger pleads, “Please, please…we only meant to rob you. Nobody was supposed to get hurt. I don’t deserve to die.”<br/><br/>Zentius steps even closer staring into the thief’s terror filled eyes. “You should have used better judgment in choosing your target than. I am nobody’s victim and anybody who tries must pay the price and my price is death.” He steps back and waves his hand and the blade slashes across the mugger’s throat slicing it deeply causing his blood fountain in huge spurts out into the night. His body starts to go slack but remains standing. Zentius watches as the blood flow slows to a trickle and the light leaves the man’s eyes, he then drops his hand and the body just crumples to the ground.<br/><br/>Turning his back to the grisly seen Zentius reaches up with both very normal looking hands and returns the hood of his cloak back to cover his head and hide his face. Walking back out to the street he turns away from the Prancing Unicorn and strides off into the darkness.