Two men walked through the City. Watching the theives, Guild rats, and junkies in their usual daily lives. Suffering. One of them was carring a two meter long sword. With the width of about 30 cm, over his shoulder. He wore his cloak with the hood down. Smiling a wicket smile at the Trash of people he saw before him. The other man appeared to be the opposite. Silent, His face, hidden under the hood. Get their attention. His voice was cold. This only made the other guy smiles even larger. hehe, by all means. His sword came down, Gutting the small helpless guild rat that was asking for change. His Sword began to Slice through everything in its path. The side street poles. The walls of buildings. The people. Everything. Causing Mayhem.