[VoxEladrin]

Torque listened to the traveller's explaination on why he was there. Torque was keen enough to know that this man was hiding something but he couldn't place his finger on it. When the highwaymen attacked them, demanding Torque give up his sword, a sneer played across his handsome features. "Fine, take it." He said to one highwayman heading to him. He held the blade out, hilt towards the brigand. "Uh? That easily?" The thief asked with a perplexed look on his face. He grasped the hilt and suddenly his eyes went grapefruit-wide and he started screaming in what seemed to be pain, clutching his temples and eventually tearing at his hair to make it stop. Torque smiled and held the sword back on the hilt. "Only one of my bloodline can weild this cursed thing. Only a Dragonis." The name Dragonis was a bit of a legend around these parts, some rumors were good others were bad.
One rumor said that the Dragonis family had this terrible power over the opposite sex, that they could entrance them with thier demonic eyes. This of course, was totally untrue banter but who were people to approach one of the most revered and feared families in Bern?
Torque slid into his stance which was him standing slightly hunched over, feet shoulder width apart and his sword loosely at his side. Most fools took this stance as carelessness or indifference. This was the family's battle stance, and these bandits would soon find out the power of it.
A bandit rushed at Torque with a jack knife, yelling inappropriate oaths. As he bore down towards the bleached-haired warrior, Torque ever so slightly leaned back, and the brigand fell forewards. He was upon the bandit in the blink of an eye, as the man fell, Torque cleaved him in two from the waist, blood splashing all around.
An archer aimed a shot at Torque and fired whilst he was distracted. The arrow hit Torque in the shoulder, and he grunted, holding his wound. His chesnut brown eyes blazed with anger and he charged at the archer, taking the stunned bandit's head off.
Torque glanced over at the big man also fighting the bandits. He had a fluid motion, he was one with his blades. It would be fatal to be on his bad side Torque thought and attacked the next bandit, taking a knife to the side and then grabbing the man's wrist and sent his straight arm upwards, breaking the man's arm 90 degrees in the other direction. I'm getting careless Torque thought angrily and then tripped the man with the broken arm and lopped his head off in one motion.
He flicked the blood off of the blade, somehow, the black flame pattern seemed to have grown slightly.