With a swift roar flames rose as if from the void themselves, ensnaring those within the farm home, as screams roiled out across the night sky the crested flames a beacon of pain for those in the distance to view. The sound of metal clashing and battle moved across their air as if carried in the hope they’d be heard and saved. Two voices shrilled in the night to clamour for the guards near-by but they were met upon their feral fleeting feet by an individual clad in black steel. A man bore in thick armour with dead grey eyes staring a hole into those fleeing for their lives, as behind them a roving band ransacked their home
Without word as they cried mercy and begged assistance with clamoured hands and shaken legs they found only a sneering smirk in retort to their pleas. The large man extending what would appear a hand of help save for the spear-point held by the neck of the haft as it penetrated the Female who let out gasping platitudes, tears rolling her cheeks as she looks to the Man who had fled with her, who crumpled to his knees’.
With a swift retraction of the Spear-tipped shaft the man would soon reunite both the would-be Husband and Wife giving no comfort to either save for a flared breath and a scathing view to their final moments before the man focused his gaze upon the flames that slunk and sank their way into every portion of the farm left to this point untouched. A red serpent devouring all before it.
As the group who had followed this man on such a dark and death-filled night ran back to his location, crates of goods in their calloused and bloodied hands they let out loud cackles of pleasure and enjoyment, as they look to the man who had commanded such a raid upon such humble and helpless folks. “All according to plan eh?” One of the more slender and skulking individuals commented as a glint struck his emerald eyes. “Mh, been meaning to do this for months. Good thin’ you came around eh, Boss?” another adds, dark brown eyes glinting amber at the caress of the fires allure from a distance.
Finally the man spoke, a thick accent heavy upon the air before his mouth; as each word almost rolled from his serpentine-esk tongue, words of praise and of what was next, and though the words hung a moment, they were swiftly replaced with silence, for two of the men stepped forth knowing what came next. No words needed to be said as the remaining group looking on solemnly the man clad in black placing his hands upon each individual’s shoulder.
“For you, All-Father.” both men said, in their own way, before running their blades across their own necks. Soon the limp bodies of both, falling to the ground. The man in black looking to those who remain “Spread out their bodies amongst the farm. Make sure it looks convincing.”
With that, the man in black steel turned and left, to the nodding faces of those men who now remained, allowing the cascading and rolling flames to ignite the path the man took back into the forests near-by.
