"How rude. They're interrupting my game. They're loosing too... Idiots! They're MY victims!"
"Hssss... yesss..."
"Well now, their loss is your gain... perhaps you should give them your gift. Make things a bit more... interesting... heh..."
"Yesss, masster..."
The smaller shadow and the taller one with the glowing red core parted ways.
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Ven remained frozen in his stance for some time, seemingly disturbed...
"Heavens, such a random brawl is above your taste, is it not?"
Ven quickly drew his blade and held it to his side.
"Mavas..."
Like a flash of lightning he brought the blade above his head and cleaved the shadow behind him. The illusion faded with a chuckle.
"Heh heh heh..."
With his back to the battle, Ven stared into the town.
"You can't run forever..."
He took of at full speed back into the winding streets, his silver blade to his right side, his black cloak flowing...
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A small figure, some four feet tall, draped in gray robes, silently approached a group of dead pirates at the edge of the battle. There were three of them, lying in pools of their own blood.
"Deathh, deathh, oh gloriouss deathh!! Show them..."
One by one the pirates eyes opened with a blank, pupil-less stare...
"... uhhhhhh..."
As the gray figure disappeared behind the shadows of crates near the harbor's pier, the pirate zombies sprung to life, the three of them approaching Marshal from the side...