[VoxEladrin]

A crowd started to gather around the big, ragged traveler, in awe at the life he had within him whereas most of the run down populace had lost all hope. Auric was showing some children how to mend minor tears in their clothes (although it looked like his needed more attention than theirs) and suddenly, a man grabbed Auric violently and wrenched him from the awed children. "You got some guts roughing my woman up like that, punk." The man said. Auric sneered. "She was a cutpurse, they're scum." He retorted and the man fumed. He let out a sharp whistle and four other men came out of nowhere to rough up the big man. Three carried knives, and the other two carried hatchets. Auric calmed himself, and recalled his training. His expression turned blank, almost indifferent as he drew his slim sword from its scabbard. He reached down into the calm center within himself and then drew forth the power of the wind.

A miniature tornado whooshed around the sword's blade. Several people gasped as they witnessed what a Spellblade could accomplish but the five ruffians didn't back down. The training passed down by his father's father rushed through his mind. "Remember the primary edict, son. It means only one thing, and everything: cut. Once committed to fight, cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overides that one. Cut. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resolutely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush him. Cut him without mercy to the depths of his spirit. It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance of death. It is the law a Spellblade lives by or he dies." The words coursed over and over in his mind.

Everything seemed to run in slow motion. He cut down the first man skillfully and swiftly, using the man's size against him. He ducked a blow from the second man, and then sent a kick to the man's groin and then flipped over a third man charging him. He plunged the gusty blade into the man's chest and then withdrew his sword and cleaved the shoulder off of the second man. He barely managed to deflect a blow from the fourth man, counterattacked and then lopped his head off. The remaining man was the cutpurse's husband. Auric's ice blue eyed gaze glared down at the man, who was cowering but still caught in a rage. Auric raised his bloody sword towards the man. "This is what happens to those who cross a Spellblade. Cross an Eladrin." He said. The last word cut like ice shards into the man's heart. He started to cower that he harassed a man with royal lineage. "I...I ap-pologize...Spellblade." He stammered and then ran off to his home. Auric sheathed his bloodied sword and sighed. "Back to his woman's skirts like a typical brute..." He muttered and looked at the crowd, shaking in fear, wonder and anger. He suddenly wondered if Aasiyah or Zeldi or Titainna were watching the fight.