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Post by Fang the Defiler on Jun 3, 2013 15:58:39 GMT -5
Being in such a place where the common folk were left to their own devices left a bad taste in the mouth of the murderer who stalked the streets. He had a specific place in mind, having to rendezvous with one of his dealers, one of the many nonmagic users that took advantage to selling to high end mages who occasionally visited. Helot was showing little patience towards the man as he pushed a wheeled cart back into the throng of the crowd that walked the main road, but his body blocked the way, leering down at the man who attempted to cheat him out of his profit.
Cupping his hands, the now moneyless man pleaded with the demon to show mercy, a word that Helot preferred not to respect in the slightest nor hint of its existence. A certain edge of smugness entered his smirk, which curled cruelly against his maw and into the crook of his ears when the man continued to plea with him, offering him a trade of goods and discount spells rather than the gold he was promised.
But Helot was a shrewd creature, watchful of every stray emotion...every bead of sweat trickling down his bald brow as the old man, realizing his mistake, took shuffling steps in the opposite direction. Leaning forward, the creature was quick to protest in his sudden motion to flee while he still had a chance. The hum of claws echoed through the air, wind parting as his sharp claws slashed at the open flesh of the man's arm. With a muffled cry, the merchant fell to his knees before the clicking of heels announced Helot's approach.
Others had receded from this show of violence, turning their backs towards the magic user who seemed keen on teaching his oblivious friend a lesson. They had no part of it, and didn't want to involve themselves further in watching this devolve into a brawl, one sided as it was. Helot leaned forward, hands behind his back as he half circled around his figure, smirking from ear to ear. If something wasn't done, this man wouldn't last long under demonic supervision.
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