A tall man strode down an empty dirt path. A forest of green surrounded either side of the path, where the rustling and chirping of wild animals disrupted the silence. A silence that the tall man highly valued. With precise and imperceptible movements, the tall man quieted the rustling. He walked on. Moments later, another rustling—much less obvious than the last—made its way to the tall man's ear.
He sighed. The tall man shrugged off the heavy looking bag he had been carrying, and stood to face the direction of the rustling.
Three unremarkable men appeared from the forest and stood facing the tall man. The tall man remained stoic, eyes appraising each of the men in front of him. He grumbled.
One of the three spoke, "You're a hard man to find."
"You are worth nothing to me."
A silence more pronounced than before settled in the air. The men darted in different directions, surrounding the tall man. He did not take a step. The earth under him stirred until the ground started to eat itself. The tall man moved in a flash, simultaneously throwing his bag high in the air and bringing his hands into a seal. In a moment, the man had propelled himself into the sky, caught his bag, and erected a towering piece of earth to stand upon. His assailants were slow, but responded nonetheless by weaving identical seals and slamming their hands to the ground, and spikes of earth rose high towards the tall man. Before the earthen spikes reached him, though, the tall man was gone. He reappeared behind one of his assailants, and without a sound the tall man snapped the other man's neck. As he walked back into the dirt path with his bag hoisted up, he spoke "I am becoming irritated. Come out."
The two remaining assailants emerged next to each other with matching expressions of rage. They glanced at one another, and in unspoken agreement went into action. While one assailant slammed his hand to the ground, projecting sharp pieces of earth at the tall man, the other wove complex hand seals, and a moment later a dragon made from rock rose from the ground. The tall man evaded the first attack with ease, though a rogue shard of earth pierced his bag. He frowned. As the second assailant's dragon closed in, the tall man brought his free hand up, and a blinding light exploded from his mouth. Electricity coursed through the dragon, and by the time the dragon crumble, the tall man was upon them. Thick strands of black pushed its way out of the tall man's forearms and entangled his prey, and before either could react the tall man crushed one with a devastating punch, while the other was thrown to the ground and eviscerated by a ball of fire.
The black strands slipped back into the tall man's forearms. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the dead would-be killers. "A minute and twenty-two seconds. That is too long." He gathered the bodies into a pile and brought a hand up once again. As flames engulfed the dead trio, the tall man turned and resumed on his path. Maybe he could have some silence this time around.