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The bars to the cell door waned in pain as he pulled them apart. His eyes fixated on the men being masterfully carved by Diaz's blades. With each of Diaz's strikes his thirst for killing heightened. Like an excited war-hound, he gnashed through spittle with elation as blood splattered the...

The shades presence made him uneasy, but he held to his calculated exterior. "We've changed." His voice devoid of inflection. Diaz's freedom inspired him to wrestle the constricting chains. A grimace birthed from pain surfaced as he struggled with the chains locked around his wrists. A shadowy...

His upper lip curled, voice hoarse, "I think so." He wasn't quite sure. Giving it a name or destination quelled his fear of the place. He watched as Diaz conjured his shade. The same one he fought but moments ago. Or so he thought. A lump of trepidation settled in his throat. Its presence added...

Viego's head ached, as if a giant was squeezing his skull til it popped. The frozen chain around his wrists sent disagreeable cold throughout his body, reaching his extremities. Where was he? He slowly opened his weighted eyes to the sounds of banter. Blurred vision couldn't make out the figure...

The winter wind sporadically whistled through the frozen perforations of the brick wall. Torches loosely placed around the room struggled to stay aflame against the encroachment of the chill. Frozen chains hanging from the ceiling reluctantly clanked together as the bodies tethered to them...

He couldn't reach out to the man before him. His voice purloined, body sweltering, vision blurry. Witnessing the grisly scene before him amplified the chamber they were trapped in. Their pain and suffering feeding the insatiable hunger of the voices circling them. Circling them like frenzied...

"YOU FACE DIAZ"!" "PREPARE TO DIE!" His hands felt hot. As if white knuckling ember. The shout of name startled him. He held firmly on to the wispy form before him. With all his might, through grit teeth, hands on fire, he yanked DIAZ through. An immediate shrill and flash of white light sent...

The feral man growled and hissed as his blade cut horizontally into the weak point of Viego's armor, finding his left abdominal. He took an anticipatory breathe right before the blade found its mark. Eyes widened, pain shooting up to his atlas. A quick twist of the blade rendered him nugatory...

Calculated. A jet of crimson sprayed out from the daggers point. The shadowmancer's weakness had been exploited. Something gained, but at a cost. His blade lapped up the bloody scraps as the man before him gained his ground, and his guard. A shadow duplicate coalesced into existence and began...

The wolf dissipated as he drove his dagger into its chest. A miscalculation. But how? Remnants of smoke and fire from the summon swarmed the crazed killer, nearly obscuring his vision. Not a shapeshifter!? FUCK. Another miscalculation. He caught glimpse of the shadowmancer's smile as he...

He caught the bastard in the shoulder with an upward thrust of his blade. As soon as he found purchase, the crazed fighter before him shoved him off and delivered a kick full of rage to his midsection. Crunch. His sternum flexed as he slammed deltoids first into the cavern wall. Crack! His skull...

"I dont have names to give you." His voice hoarse. The Adrenaline slowing everything to a crawl. The snarling figure before him inched towards their blade. "My syndicate conducts their business privately. We're not to share anything." His tone earnest. His chest heavy and pained with each spoken...

It's been years since he met someone of equal caliber. Someone willing to sacrifice their position in combat to deliver shared pain. His adrenaline swarmed to his face to ameliorate the damage done. He could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his eyes. Fuck, that hurt. The figure before him...