Wringing his hands with apparent anxiety, the human glanced around, he was surrounded by his majesty s finest, the fair guards of the city, twenty young strapping men, you had to feel sorry for them, really.
The caster, as defined by his cloth robes sweeping around him closed his eyes and smiled, before remarking, almost conversationally "Can I help you gentlemen?" His emerald eyes flashing with amusement as he lifted a hand and absently ruffled his matted brown hair.
One of the guards stepped forward, drawling in a low class accent "We's come to take you down, we know what you dids" , the other guards nodding in agreement, each having seen the remains of the villagers in the sewers that ran beneath the city, burnt to the point at which they were almost unrecognisable, keeping their blades trained on the surprisingly young murderer, they couldn't help but feel at unease, even with their superior numbers and the caster being unarmed.
A voice echoed over the heads of the men "Make way men, Pelor has demanded this scoundrel does not live any longer." The men parted as the figure, clad in plate and holding a longspear stepped into the circle, and in front of the caster. "Any last words, warlock?" The youth smiled again "Just one, Lady Grey". Reaching out his hand, he snapped his fingers, and the paladin saw what he intended, a moment too late, one by one, the guards clutched at their throats and collapsed to the ground, twenty of the queens finest slain by one spell, stepping back in shock, the paladin glanced around before regaining her composure and lashed out at the caster, but was buffeted as an aura of pure darkness shoved her back, and the warlock pulled an ornately engraved rod from his pocket, and smiled for the final time, as flamed erupted at the paladins feet, knocking her down and quickly travelling around her torso and limbs, restricting her as fiery serpents.
As the paladin tried to stand, she found that the flames restrained her, rendering her able to move or even attack. "Damn you Fuhito, you godless scum, do you feel nothing for the men who s lives you've just ended? The wives who won't greet their man this night, and of course, my life, but of course, I suppose you've already abandoned all notions of your past status, Lord Peverell." The paladin spat at the figure standing over her, an eldritch flame dancing idly through his fingers.
Fuhito, for that was the name of the caster chuckled "Oh my Lady, I've no intention of ending your life this day or any, I simply offer you a warning." The warlock paused, extinguishing the flame that danced along his fingertips "If you try to retaliate, many more men will die, and many more widows will sob, for one simple reason...You can't beat me. I'm a paragon of chaos, the only true sentinel of sorrow...and I don't wish to kill any more of these young innocents." The warlock grinned dementedly, showing the first hints of an unbalance in those young features "After all, the dead don t beg for mercy, plead for a reason to continue their existence, make claims for loved ones, children and fathers who depend on them, If I had the option, I'd never kill another living being, the screams of the living are so....invigorating." The warlock chuckled as he drew a foot back, leapt into the air and vanished, his laughter dying on the air as the binds holding the paladin were released.