<em>”Die.”</em><br/><br/>Shenovi could still recall the feel of cold steel piercing through his weakened body, the denied wish of a pactmaker who ended up slain before their time for power. A promising one that individual was, a man willing to give it all to become emperor; but now he was long gone from this world and sly Trumpeter was back from the dead. The landscape was much different from what he had remembered, but that was the thing with dying and reincarnating; although his was never from a birthing and growing process. He wondered how many ages had passed, though he didn’t recall such a strongly focused amount of raw energy in one area. Could it too be a reason he was brought within this unfamiliar kingdom, just as bare as a newborn comes into the world?<br/><br/>He made no habit to look over himself; plenty of others were doing of such the moment he entered the city at this time of day. Men stopped in the middle of their daily labor, a woodcutter dropping his axe, a blacksmith forgetting to cool his steaming blade. Women as well quickly covered their mouths, some quietly gossiping amongst one another, others shielding the eyes of their children when the poor youths would ask why the man was naked. “Don’t look at him child!” They whispered, spiriting the young away from the obscenity that made itself known within the town. The right was theirs to be taken back, anyone would at the sight of a pale skinned, bare man parading through their streets with the only thing concealing him were the random darken markings across his chest, arms, legs, lower back, and a smaller insignia just beneath one of his pink hued eyes.<br/><br/>When he entered the tavern, not a soul had a chance to form a ‘naked man enters the bar’ joke. The current nudist didn’t grant them the time or chance as his eyes quickly sweep through the ranks of lowlifes, nobles, and other common misfits and hierarchy. His target, a well dressed leader of a small band of equally mismatched thieves and ruffians. “Your clothes and jewelry.” Laughter followed, echoing within the tavern from the boldness Shenovi possessed. Most took him for a fool, others for dead. Not even the city guard turned an eye to the armed rogues that plagued the realm. There would be interference and not a one of the patrons would speak any different if the man got himself killed.<br/><br/>“Slice his c-” The leader didn’t have time to finish his sentence, a sudden movement came from the naked man, his hand striking out in an open palm, catching and shattering the bandit’s nose. His fingers hooking into the sides of the unguarded leader's face, body pivoting as he forced all his strength to throw the individual from his chair. Blood dribbled down the rouge's face, a louder thump sounding after the body collided against the floor, the chair breaking beneath the weight and impact of the crash.<br/><br/>“How unfortunate.” Cool and collected as always, there was no fear in the Trumpeter’s undertone. He had lived and died on many occasions,   although his last life had left a valuable teaching experience. Passively he stood there as the remaining three thieves rose from their chairs, weapons drawn. They uttered out threats that didn’t phase the man, he honestly didn’t care who they were or who they may of represented. “Dead am I?” He continued coyly as he sidestepped the sudden thrusting of a dagger. His hand gripping his attacker’s wrist, pulling him on forwards while kicking the assailant’s feet out from underneath him to leave the poor thug clattering over a table. “Pathetic.”<br/><br/>“Shameless.” He mocked them each time one would go for an attack, nimbly evading and following up with a counter to send them sprawling over one another or an obstacle in the building. “Pitiful.” His naked body moved like water, dancing around the vertical descent of a longsword to catch his attacker in the back of the neck with the side of his hand. For them he wasn’t sure what was more humiliating on their part. Their boss with a bloodied nose watching his men be made imbeciles of by a naked stranger or them themselves being played with and made a mockery of by an unarmed combatant?