<strong>”How drool.”</strong>They were all down, well the first small  band of would be challengers and here Shenovi was expecting a bit more entertainment. He had hoped for a flashy fighter and could still remember his earlier foes in his last life who did have martial skill. This lot, they were tarnished, unsharpened, and hardly worth killing since he didn’t even break a sweat from his play. They wouldn’t even last a night in the land he had last hailed from, a shame truly. He was starting to feel a tinge of regret even of being here, sighing to himself as he moved to kneel down at the fallen, half conscious leader.<strong>”Tsk, tsk.”</strong>His voice sweetly hummed as hands skillfully moved along the other’s body, punching the poor fool when he struggle, silencing him with another smack when he was about to ask what Shenovi may be doing.<br/><br/><strong>”I told you, your clothes and jewelry.”</strong>He had indeed made it quite clear when he entered this tavern and now he was stirpping the leader of this gang of misfits.<em>”You have any idea who I am? The Redclaws will have your head!”</em>Shenovi had paid that idle threat no mind, his enemy had good taste in jewelry, silver shining about the Trumpeter’s neck as he fastened it on. An ebony, linen shirt was also fitted over his body, along with a matching pair of trousers. He wondered how they even came upon that name, none of the men worn anything of crimson worth, even their blades was just as dull and unimpressive as was the clothing they bore. The only difference was their leader, who had a leopard vest, something Shenovi soon enough deprived and took it upon himself in wearing. He was just in the middle of tying his new set of leather boots when he heard another’s approach.<br/><br/><em>”You return the boss’s goods and you might leave here alive.”</em>Obese, blind, and stupid, it wasn’t the best of combinations would could share when dealing with Shenovi. In fact, the once streaker had even paid the speaker no mind as he finished the last removal of fine jewelry from the now naked leader’s body. Silver rings, some crafted with obsidian hued gems fitted Shenovi’s fingers. His hand flexing before his pink eyes to examine his new fashion, it wasn’t too bad, but he would have dire need for piercings to go along with it. That was another bad thing about dying, he couldn’t take his last fashion statement with him in rebirth; but alas, he had other pressing matters to deal with as he calmly rose to his feet.<br/><br/><em>”Retu-”</em>The man quickly swallowed as those deadly pink eyes turned his way. The look Shenovi gave could grant a soul piercing impression as he stared through the would be, villainous-hero. He did enjoy these forms of shows, some ruffian or some gallant individual losing their speech when faced with a dangerous situation and who did they have to blame, but themselves? A single motion forced the porker to take a step back, and that was from Shenovi only motioning to face him.<strong>”Hmmm?”</strong>Brow quirked, his gaze turning questionable as he finally press onwards, towards the pathetic human.<br/><br/>He watched the poor man back away with every advancement, till finally the individual was clattering over a table and squealing on the floor.<em>”Don’t kill me, don’t kill me!”</em>He whined and moaned.<em>”I was just kidding, I’ll give you lots of gold, you like gold right?”</em>The very thought made Shenovi smirk, though the look wasn’t one of yearning for wealth. No, he had a crueler expression daunting his smooth face, one of ill fortune for the oaf on the ground.<em>”No? What about women?”</em>The man continued to plead as he crawled away from the looming approach.<em>”I can get you whores, lots of whores.”</em>Another squeal exploded in the tavern when Shenovi’s hand fastened around the handle of a sword that had dropped on a random table.<br/><br/>His wrist flexed, the blade twirling about in the grasp of his hand. He was no amateur in weapon usage, although it was something he despised. Sometimes, however, just holding something can instill greater fear without it being used.<em>”N-n-no? I got something priceless. A valuable b-b-book. You seem like a reasonably intelligent man. Spare me and it is yours.”</em>He quickly moved his hands to his pouch, only to find it missing. At first he was at a lost, pawing here and there, before cold realization settled in.<em>”The whore took it!”</em>The theif’s eyes glancing about in the tavern, trying to pinpoint the woman, before pointing towards the back, noticing her about to slip away with someone following her.<br/><br/>The last thing that sounded was a cruel scream as Shenovi drove the cold metal of the sword through the obese man’s body, killing him on the spot. There wasn’t a twinge of guilt or sign of hesitation, usually he would ignore such people; although the thug had exhibit all signs of a worthless existence. To grant him life was a crime in itself. Bribery, cowardice, lack of proper dignity. If he fought or showed greater courage, than being reduce to this, than maybe Shenovi would have been somewhat forgivable. His palm loosening along the cold gold metallic grip of the sword’s handle. His body easily stepping over the deceased criminal’s, not even leaving a footprint as the blood slowly oozed from the victim’s body. Many of the patrons were already sobered and quickly stepping aside to allow the strange, foreign male to pass them. There were no other signs of weapons upon Shenovi’s body, but again he showed himself more than capable without them or finding what he needed to do his dirty business with. His destination an obvious one, through the crowd of frightened patrons and onwards towards the kitchen where the woman and her companion were intending their escape.