The guard captain called out for a medic, and one quickly arrived, not far from the scene to begin with. One of the guards watching over Kara took to helping him with the seizing man though his chance for survival seemed slim. The other effects from the drugs were unknown. They could possibly...
It was a grave misconception that any drug could thwart strength innately gained and fought for. Rashad has been training to die his entire life and would not be overtaken by some steroid created to cheat him out of his hard work. This hulking man was a problem, but not a threat in his eyes. At...
The hulking man earned not so much as a blink from the golden Rashad. More so, the soldier was just tired. Wanted this to be an easy day and yet everyone wanted to make it harder. His allies finally made their way back to the scene and stood wide eyed at the spectacle. Rashad pointed towards the...
"Crane of Gold."
It was hardly seconds after Kara had broken free. His warnings had been enough for the two criminals. He had to take them alive despite his own wishes as these men were far beyond guillotine worthy in his eyes. The tattoo of the golden crane floated off his skin and dissipated...
Rashad was not amused. These types of criminals were a waste of the money put into their justice system. He thought they'd be better off as a gory reminder of what happens when you defy Gerra to all in Ragash. Yet his orders were clear and not something he was trying to make a habit of...
It seems conversation was a long shot, but it was in his duties to ensure that he followed procedure in this. There was less than any time to try and reconvene with his comrades to address the matter. That in mind, he had no issue dealing with criminals who hid behind nil guise in the light of...
"Rashad." His captain spoke to him sternly. The golden eyed warrior rose without hesitation as his name was called to him by his captain.
"You, Markesh and a few other foot soldiers are to investigate a criminal group taking hold in Ragash. Protection rackets, shakedowns, the works. I expect...
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