They didn't stop until they reached their camp, checking behind them the entire time for pursuers. Thyra jumped off Misty as soon as they stopped.

"Well that was fun. Now what? Move on?"

"Right now we need to help this little guy." Dusty says, lifting the kid out of the saddle.

"We could always get one of our friends to lick him!" Thyra suggests, walking up to them.

Dusty sets the kid on the ground near the still burning fire. "I don't know how long it'll be before they get here, and the cut didn't hit anything important, so I'm going to clean it and bandage it."

"Alright, I'll have a look around for some herbs." Thyra replies, scanning the area around them,

Dusty gets a bucket of water, and sets it near the fire.

"What's your name kid?"

"D...Donovan." he said, obviously scared.

"Well, Donovan, don't worry, because we're not gonna kill ya." Thyra exclaims, walking back over with a few herbs. "I couldn't find much." She adds, handing them over.

"These'll do." he says, taking them and started mashing them up. "I'll be a second, talk to Donovan would ya?"

Thyra sits down next to Donovan, who looked a bit awkward and scared. "So. Donovan. Cool name. Do ya know what it means?"

"N...No"

"Well, I had a friend. Her brother was called Donovan too. It means Dark Warrior. I think you've got great things ahead of you."

"Why are you helping me, why did you kill the heir and his sister.?"

Thyra shrugs. "It felt right to help. We couldn't just let them go on like that."

"And we know what mistreatment feels like, all too well." Dusty said, almost finished

"They had it coming, trust me." Thyra adds.

"But, why did you take me, you should have just left me there."

"The village would have killed you. For no reason. You don't belong with people who shun their own." Thyra answers.

"How did you lose your parents?" Dusty asked

"They were executed."

"Well, that sucks. Sorry you went through that." Thyra mumbles. "Do you mind me asking why?"

"Murder, but the night that it happened, they were home with me, but no one listened to me."

"Framed. Your village is full of assholes. The chief wasn't any better."

"It's because it was his wife that was murdered."

Thyra winces, "So, someone is against both the chief, and your family."

"That, or they found an easy out." Dusty pointed out, walking back over.

Thyra nods thoughtfully. "That's a good point."

Dusty puts the healing poluce on Donovan's cut and slightly bandages it up. "Is that better?"

The boy nods, His stormy grey-blue eyes still wary of them.

"Well sis, we goona tell him about ourselves?" he says.

Thyra considers it, then nods, lifting her helmet off her head. "Surprise." She shrugs. "We're actually human."

Dusty pulls his off, with a little laugh at Thyra's words.

The boy blinked at them in shock, recognition running over his face.

"Y-you...earlier..." the stammers.

"Yeah, it's us. We hated what they did to you and decided to do something about it." Dusty says, taking his weapons off.

Thyra casually flings a knife at a tree. "And that we did." She nods.

"So...you did that...because of me?" He said, tears starting to form in his eyes.

"Uh, not...not really. We were kinda planning on it already." Thyra winces.

"But after seeing that in the market, it was the right thing to do." Dusty said, sharpening his sword.

"Yeah, it really just added to the cause." Thyra nods.

"But, are the stories true, you kill everyone in front of you?" Donovan asked.

"Well. No, we kill everyone who wrongs us, or who are generally bad people. Granted we're not the best people either."

Donovan brushed some dirt out of his brown hair, looking at them nervously. "And...how many people... have you killed?" He asks. "If you don't mind me asking!" He adds quickly.

"Directly, little over a dozen, indirectly, don't know." Dusty said, getting the last of his armor off.

"Yeah, I stopped counting after Eret, Father of Eret." Thyra shrugs.

"But...why are you doing it?" he asks nervously.

"Thyra, you want to start?" Dusty asks, stuffing the fire with more wood.

She shrugs. "Sure. I must warn you kid, it's not too pleasant." Donovan nods.

"I was heir to my town, I was gonna be the next Chieftess, or whatever. It wasn't something I wanted to do, but I had to. I worked hard to prove my worth to everyone, to myself. But then, one night, my uncle kidnapped me, dragging me out of my house. The next thing I know, everything goes black, and I wake up on a slave ship. Betrayed by my uncle, because he wanted power. I found out not long ago that he organised a coup, promising lies to my people. I was on that ship for three years, THREE years! let's just say I had a lot of time to think it over. I knew, when I'd get out my uncle would not be forgiven. I'd get my revenge. And when that storm happened? I was able to escape, with another slave—him" she points to Dusty. "—and the anger that had been bubbling below rose like a bonfire. So yeah, that's basically it. Why I want revenge. Why I don't-well, rarely—show mercy." She finishes.

Donovan's eyes were widened, "You...were an heir, and...lost everything?"

"Basically, and the same happened to me, in a way." Dusty says sitting down. "I was the son of the owner of Dragon Shipping, I was with my dad on a business meeting in Rome, we were on our way home, when we were attacked by barbarian pirates, I was thrown on one ship, my dad thrown on another. After a few weeks, the Romans found me, and didn't believe my story that I was the heir to Dragon Shipping. So they threw me on a slave ship, and put this brand on me." he finishes by rolling up his right sleeve, revealing the brand.

"These brands mean our lives will never be the same." Thyra nods, showing her own. "Our old lives are pretty much gone."

Donovan gaped at them both. "So...you were the son of the guy who owned Dragon Shipping, you were heir to your town, and you were ripped away from your lives." He says. "That...it makes sense, actually. Why you kill? It explains it..."

"It explains a lot of things." Dusty replies. "You'll never know what we've been through, and I hope you never will."

Thyra nods in agreement. "That's something nobody wants to go through."

"I hope I never do, but what are you going to do to me? I have no home left, and the villagers will find someone to blame for the attack, and that always falls on me." Donovan said sadly.

"Well, there are two things we can do, drop you off in the next village, or you can join us, but it's your choice." Dusty said to Donovan.

Donovan looks from Thyra to Dusty speechlessly. "Are...are you serious?"

"Look, you don't have to decide now. Just, think about it." Thyra says.

"But you're made of iron Donovan, you took all those punches, and I don't see one bruise on you. You got great potential kid."

"You really think so?" Donovan asks hopefully.

"I know so, it takes a lot for someone to get beat, and still stand up." Dusty replied

"Yeah, especially with what you've gone through." Thyra nods, patting Donovan's shoulder as she walks past to put more wood on the fire.

"But in the end, it's your decision D." Dusty says, finding a nickname.

"Don't call him that! I won't be able to tell you apart!" Thyra laughs.

"Sounds like a personal problem." Dusty laughs back

Thyra acts offended and punches his shoulder. "That's right, I haven't forgotten!" She grins smugly.

"Dang it." Dusty say, under his breath.

Thyra see's Donovan's surprised face. "I told you we were human!" She laughs.

"I know bu...but, it's hard to convince me." He says quickly

Thyra nods. "That's to be expected, we did just raze a village."

"I...I'll join you." he says, trying to be confident.

Thyra blinks in surprise. "Are you sure? You need to think hard about it, because there's no going back."

"And if you're sure, I hope you know what your getting into." Dusty says, also surprised.

"I'm sure." he says with confidence.

"Alright, well, if you wanna be with us, you gotta fight like us." Thyra decides. "That means, we train you up."

"When can we start?" he obediently asks.

"Wow, eager to go aren't we?" Dusty says under his breath.

"Well, what kind of weapons can you use? Do you use any?" Thyra asks Donovan.

"Umm..." he says/mutters.

Thyra winces. "I'll take that as a definite no. But, don't worry, we'll find your weapons!"

"I used my dad's battleaxe to chop firewood, before..." he trailed off

"Well it's something." Dusty says to Thyra

"That's a start, yeah. But I bet you never trained with it." Thyra says.

"Umm, I did, once, but my mother forbade my father of letting me have it again, because she didn't want to see me kill someone with it, though my dad tried to help me with it."

"Wow. Alright." Thyra nods. "Well, I guess that training will be resuming shortly."

"Umm, Thyra, can I talk to you over here?" Dusty asks, getting up

Thyra agreed quietly and follows him until they're a good ways away.

"I think we need to start getting him in shape first, he's all skin and bones, and he's sweating just sitting near the fire, in the middle of the night. He wouldn't last a minute with anything but a daggur." He points out

"Yeah, and I don't know how he's going to stomach the type of training we're going to put him through. To actually build some muscles up, the training will be hard." Thyra agrees, glancing at the shape still sitting by the fire.

"Well we have plenty of time, so when are we gonna start?" he asked, following her gaze.

"Tomorrow. The sooner the better."

They look up as thunder rolled across the sky above them.

"Looks like a stalled storm front." Dusty says looking up at the now angry looking sky.

The sky is lit up momentarily by a bolt of lightning striking somewhere nearby, revealing some familiar silhouettes before the sky is dark again. Thyra grins in anticipation.

"Took those two long enough, wonder what kept them?" Dusty said as they walked back towards camp.

"Yeah, but it was probably—" Lightning strikes above. Well, two places above. The dragons are silhouetted once again, but the lightning is running over their bodies. Then the lightning fades, and another bolt immediately strikes a shape by the fire. You guessed it, Donovan got hit by lightning.

"Donovan!" both friends yell as they rush to his still shape by the fire. And two familiar dragons drop, and I mean drop, out of the sky, and land hard a few feet away.

"Dark!" Dusty yells, running over to his dragon.

"Pulse!" Thyra shouts frantically, falling down next to her dragon.

"Your ok bud, your ok." Dusty comforts dark, making sure he's not heavily injured. Dark gives a small whine of pain, but seems ok.

Pulse blinks open her eyes, and gives her friend a small moan, nudging her with her head, as if you say "I'm alright."

"Is Pulse ok?" Dusty asks Thyra.

"Yeah, a little sore though. Dark?"

"He's alright, a little singed." Dusty replies. "Check on D, see if he's ok."

Thyra nods and scrambles up running over to the boy, lying on the ground. She shakes his shoulder. "Donovan. Donovan!" He doesn't wake up. "Well, at least he's breathing."

"That's some relief, at least." Dusty said, putting his hand on the boys shoulder. "Where did that storm come from, the sky was clear when the sun went down, and no rain was supposed to come in for another three days." he said looking up, "And where did the storm go?

Thyra looks around. "What is it with weather lately?!" she slaps Donovan's face lightly, knocking off some of the poluce and bandages, she looks down to put them back, but stops.

"Dusty." She says simply, pointing to Donovan's wound.

"What the...how?" Dusty said pulling off the rest of the bandages, to reveal a pure white scar, that starts above his left eye, and goes down to his mouth, where his wound was.

"It healed, how did it heal?" he asked himself.

"The lightning. Obviously. Man the weather's so weird, cause I'm pretty sure none of this is normal."

Dusty's reply was cut off, by a cough from Donovan.

They looked back to see the boy blinking, sitting up with a groan. "What...happened?" he managed to ask.

"You got struck by a bolt of lightning D." Dusty said, helping him sit up.

"Nasty one, too." Thyra adds.

"Your lucky to be alive."Dusty said, as Donovan's eyes widened.

"Uhh...dra...dr...dragon...be...behind you." he said, trying to get Dusty between him and the two dragons in the clearing.

"Oh. That. Yeah, uh, we know." Thyra winces, trying to figure out how to explain it, as the Night Fury's slowly get up and walk over.

"W-what do you mean you know?!" Donovan asks.

"We're their friends, and they are ours, don't worry they won't hurt you." Dusty says, trying to be reassuring.

"Yeah, I know they look scary, but they won't hurt anybody for no reason!" Thyra adds as Pulse walks up to her side, nudging her with a small warble.

Dark walks up next to Dusty, And starts sniffing Donovan curiously.

The boy starts shaking despite sitting next to a fire, trying not to move.

"It's ok it's ok, this guy is more of a big cat than a dragon." Dusty says gesturing to Dark, who in return slaps him with one of his ear plates.

"Moody one, though." Thyra laughs, scratching Pulse under the chin. The dragon rumbles in pleasure, and drops to the ground when Thyra hits the sweet spot. "See? Harmless!"

Donovan watches in awe, looking at the deadliest dragon in the world, at like a harmless housecat, he curiously, but slowly, puts his hand out toward Dark, who sniffs it, and places his snout in his palm.

"Well, that went better than I thought it would."  Dusty whispered to Thyra

"Yeah, and Dark didn't trust you straight away!" Thyra teases.

"Neither did Pulse to you." Dusty pointed out

"True." Thyra laughs.

"Well, we better be off to bed, it's past midnight." Dusty says, looking up at the moon.

Donovan was still mesmerized by Dark, who was purring and pushing his head into Donovan's lap.

"Aww!" Thyra coos jokingly. "How cute is that?"

Dusty rolls his eyes as he grabs his bow, and climbs into a tree, taking first watch.

Dark curled protectively around Donovan, who set his head against Darks side.

Thyra walked up to Pulse and they sat on the other side of the fire together, relaxing.

Dusty kept watch the rest of the night, and woke Thyra the next morning before going to get breakfeast.

"Thyra, it's Dusty, wake up." he says quietly, while gently shaking her awake.

She jolted awake, pulling out her dagger, but stopped midway to his throat. "Oh. Hey." She says casually, putting it away.

"I'm going to look for some breakfast, you gonna train D?" he asked

"Sure." Thyra nods, picking up her staff with a smirk. She walked over to Donovan, and kicked his boot lightly. "Hey. Wake up." She says. He jolts awake, and it takes him a few seconds to realise where he is. He stands up.

"Defend yourself." Is all Thyra says, tossing her staff at him, which he fumbles around with, before managing to hold it.

"Uh...W-Why?" He asks.

"I'm training you!" Is all Thyra grins, before spinning and kicking the staff. "Come on!" She urges him, "Hold it better. Slide your hands down to there," she instructs, pointing. He does so, and she picks up a branch from near the fire.

"Alright. As I said, defend yourself. Don't worry, I'll go easy." Thyra says, gripping the branch.

"Well I'm off, try not to kill him, please." Dusty asks starting toward the treeline.

"No promises!" She calls, then see's Donovan's face. "I'm kidding! Lighten up. Or, toughen up, cause you need to defend against me."

Dusty laughed under his breath as he walked into the forest.

Dark and Pulse laid down near Thyra, ready to see what happens.

Donovan warily clutches the staff as Thyra moves the branch around, testing it. "Ready?" He shakes his head no. "Good."

Thyra spins and slams the branch onto his shoulder. "Defend yourself!"

Donovan clutches his shoulder in pain, but doesn't drop the staff. Instead, he picks it up, and puts it in a 'ready position'.

"Good. I like the determination. Now channel it!" Thyra grins, swinging towards his other shoulder. This time he sloppily blocks it, and Thyra nods. "Position that hand above, to steady it." She tells him. "Otherwise it'll just swing back and hit you in the face."

Donovan nods and does so, just as Thyra swipes at his legs, knocking him over. "You gotta be prepared for anything." She advises, reaching out a hand to help him up. "They don't fight clean."

"Alright, so the staff clearly isn't your weapon." Thyra mutters after half an hour of working with him. "But, D, at least you know how to hold one now."

"Yeah. Easy." He mutters, rubbing his sore shoulders and sides. "But did you have to swing that hard?"

"You're like Dusty," Thyra laughs. "But yes. If I attack softly all the time how are you going to know what to do when you get attacked by other people?"

"You got to train the same way your gonna fight D" came a familiar voice behind them. They looked back to see Dusty coming back in, with a boar and half a dozen rabbits.

"This boar, was the biggest pain I've ever dealt with, little sucker took five arrows to go down, and I still had to finish him off with my daggur." He said, throwing the animals down near the fire. "How's it going?"

"Well..." Thyra winces. "At least we know that a staff or spear isn't his weapon."

"Have you tried daggurs yet?"

"Not yet." Thyra replies, tossing her dagger to Donovan. "But that starts now,"

"No break?" Donovan asks.

"Donovan, you've never learnt history have you? Some of the greatest battles ever took days to end, you think those troops could catch a break in the middle of battle? The number one rule in battle, is never, never! Turn your back on the enemy."

"He's right." Thyra nods in agreement. "So, defend yourself!"

Dusty started skinning the boar as they started, Donovan getting more frustrated by the minute.

"Come on!" Thyra urges, lunging towards him. He twists to block the attack, grunting in frustration.

"Don't you think—" he blocks a lunge. "—This is very effective?" He takes a hit to the shoulder, but Thyra twisted the knife around so it was the handle that hit him and not the blade.

"Hey Thyra, if he's still talkin, he ain't tired enough." Dusty called from the half-skinned boar.

Thyra grins, shoving Donovan slightly. "Come on, you're not gonna stand in the same spot when you fight." Do they start moving around, Donovan doing a lot better than the staff. Thyra lunges towards Donovan at a rapid pace, the boy barely keeping up.

"He's actually doing better than expected!" Thyra calls as he blocks a swift swipe. "He's not dead!"

Dusty looks up and watches for a few seconds, then gets an idea. "Hey D, catch!" he says, tossing Donovan another dagger, which he doesn't catch. "See how he does with one in each hand." he says, grabbing a spare dagger.

"That's a good point." Thyra agrees, then lunging at him again as soon as he picks up the dagger. This time he does better, using one knife crossing the other to block the attack. "Good. But you have to move quicker. Anticipate the attack."

Dusty finishes skinning the last rabbit, and puts the meat on the fire, and sits down next to Dark, watching what Donovan does.

After another twenty minutes, Donovan finally gets better with the daggers, even lunging a few times at Thyra, not that he gets close to hitting her. "Alright. So that hands the dominant, attack with it first, follow up with that hand." Thyra gives him a pointer. "And see how easily I dodge that? Don't be so obvious." She adds, and with the next attack, he gets way closer to her. "Good! Now, step with that foot forward!"

With his next attack, he actually makes contact! Well, he only cuts her shirt, but its pretty good considering Thyra's reflexes. "Whoa." She murmurs.

"Twin daggers work for him!" She calls to Dusty happily,

"Wow, he's done better than half the people we killed, and he's been training for, what, three hours?" Dusty asks, impressed.

"Yeah. Something like that." Thyra shrugs. "Alright, you can have a rest now." She tells Donovan, who nods and gratefully drops to the ground by the fire.

"Good work D, and you Thyra, hungry?" he asks, as they sit down.

"Yeah, I could eat." Thyra replies, Donovan nodding along.

They ate in silence for the next few minutes, before Dusty nudged Thyra, "Hey, we still need to check the village, and see what's left." he whispered to Thyra.

"Yeah." She murmurs back. "I don't know how we received that idea will be."

"Not as the Black Deaths, as Axel and Thora." he said back, "Plus we killed the chief, the heirs and all but two of the guards, who's gonna stop us?"

"That's a good point. When do we leave?" Thyra asks, dusting off her hands.

"The sooner the better, we can leave now if you want."

"Alright. We better break the news though." Thyra agrees, getting up.

"Hey D, were headed back to the village, you stay here. Dark, Pulse, make sure he doesn't break anything." he says mounting Blackwater, and sheathing his hidden daggur.

Thyra swiftly mounts Misty, leaning down to grab her dagger off of Donovan.

"Waiting on you Thyra." Dusty calls from the edge of the clearing

"Calm down." Thyra laughs, nudging Misty into a trot.

They traveled toward the village, and were met by a closed gate, and the two remaining guards.

"You two again? What do you want?" one of them asks.

"We saw smoke coming from here last night, we came to see what happened."

"The Black Deaths are what happened." said the other guard.

"Tried to warn you." Thyra mutters under her breath, before clearing her throat. "That's terrible!"

"How bad?" Dusty asked, curious at how bad the fire got.

"You sure you want to see it?" the second guard asked.

"Yeah. We just want to understand what's happened." Thyra answers in the most solemn voice she can muster,

Both guards shared a glance, before opening the gate, to reveal nothing, only burnt buildings and piles of ash.

"Mother of Thor, it was really bad." he said looking at the burnt village.

"How many survivors do you think?" Thyra asks.

"Counting the two guards, a dozen, maybe less, especially judging by the pile of bodies right there." he gestured toward a pile in the center of the village.

"That makes sense. It was a small village."

They noticed a line of troops patrolling the inner walls of the village, wearing the crest of the Dannish Militia

"We got company." Thyra nods.

"Yup, looks like we finally got someone's attention."  he says as the troops commander steps forward

"I know you all are going through a rough time right now, but i can assure you, these people have yet to attack the same place twice, and even if they did, they have one hell of a surprise in store for them, me and my men will help you rebuild what you can, and provide protection until you all can get your guard force back up. That's all."

"Now they're just taunting us, half those soldiers are half-asleep."

"This is pathetic." Thyra nods.

"How in the world did you keep your independence, when your soldiers can barely stay awake?"

"I have no idea. I think they should hire new people."

"Or get a wake up call." he says looking at her, a smirk on his face.

"I see where you're going with this!" Thyra grins, turning her horse around. "Let's go back, then."

"Right behind you." he replied, turning Blackwater around.

They ride out of there, nodding sadly to the guards, before returning to camp, where Donovan stood waiting.

"D, we got news for ya!" Dusty said, dismounting Blackwater

"What?" he asked.

"Well, where do we begin? I'd say, firstly your old village is being aided by a bunch of lazy military, and secondly, there's probably only a dozen survivors, oh, and thirdly, we're going back."

"Really? Why, you already destroyed it." he said in disbelief.

"They think that we won't attack twice. Or in daylight. And when they employ military that are falling asleep on the spot, they somehow expect to protect them." Thyra replies.

"And I'm assuming your about to give them hell?"

"Hey, he's even starting to talk like us." Dusty said jokingly.

"He'll fit right in!" Thyra grins.

"What are y'all saying?" Donovan asked, confused.

"We're saying we want you with us when we return." Thyra replies. "We're gonna show them we're not to be messed with, or predicted."

Donovan was speechless, "you want me to...join you?"

"Yes, we do, you'll be with one of us at all time, and it's better to get some hands-on experience."

"No other time then the present." Thyra nods. "Well, in an hour's time maybe. Cause if we leave, then The Black Deaths return straight away, I'm pretty sure they'll put two and two together. So I say we rest up for a bit, then head back."

"While I get D something, he can't go in looking like that, he'll be recognized straight away." Dusty says, looking in one of the saddle bags.

"Yeah that would be a dead giveaway." Thyra nods in agreement. "How about we work a few minutes on your dagger skills, D?"

Donovan nods. "Alright. I'll need any skills I can get..."

Thyra and Donovan trained, as Dusty threw together something tomporary, but something that would work, he put his armor on when he finished

"You two almost done?" he asked, fitting his helmet on.

"Yeah, we're good." Thyra replies, relaxing from her offensive position.

"D, catch." Dusty throws him a black tunic, black pants, and a black mask.

D catches it, examining them. "Wow. Uh, thanks?"

"Put em on, they're yours."

Donovan nods hesitantly and throws the clothes on.

"Thyra, he ridin with you?" Dusty asks, as he mounts Blackwater.

"Yep." Thyra pulls the kid up behind her on Misty. "Hang on." She tells him sternly, before nudging Misty into a gallop.

The sun had still another two hours to go before it set, when they arrived at the gate, with only one guard, who Thyra kills with her crossbow. The push the gate open and walk into the burnt village.

They spot the villagers camped in the center of the village, and the soldiers with them.

"Hey. Drop your weapons, or you'll be the one dropping." Thyra tells them in a bored voice, pointing her crossbow-shield at them, a bolt knocked, while Dusty aims his bow.

Some villagers scream at seeing them again, but a few of them grab weapons and charge them.

Dusty shoots his arrows, taking down three men, before shouldering it, dismounting Blackwater, and drawing his sword, Donovan next to him, with both his daggurs out.

Thyra shoots two people dead, and jumps off Misty. "Right, you lot. Stand down now, or, well, you know." She kicks a dead bodies foot. "Fun time for all but you."

The militia charged them, weapons out, as the villagers fell back.

"Well gang, looks like we've got a welcoming committee." Dusty says, getting in his ready position.

"Some party. They're already half dead!" Thyra laughs, putting her crossbow away and producing her staff.

Dusty stabs the first Man through the chest, and using his body as a barrier, trips three more men, who he quickly finishes off.

Donovan blocks a sword thrust, and manages to get past the mans guard, and stab him in the stomach, the man yells in pain, but is silenced by Thyra's blade in his throat.

"Screamer, that one," she laughs, before turning and stabbing her staff through a man's throat, who lets nothing but a small moan out before dropping to the ground. "But, not him I guess."

Dusty decapitated the last man, and they all looked up at the commander, who was physically shaking.

"Some 'soldiers' you had there!" Thyra grins at him, swinging her staff around her a couple of times. "Who knows? Maybe you're a better fighter."

The commander drops his weapon, and tries to run.

"On no you don't." Dusty gets his bow, draws an arrow, and puts it in the commanders knee, right in the middle of the villagers.

Thyra grins, walking up and lifting him up by his hair. "Now, we've got a treat for the rest of you folks!" She calls to the terrified crowd, holding a knife to his neck. "Kill him now? Nah, why not have some fun!" She stabs the commander in the collarbone. "Show you all how much of a coward he is!" She exclaims, watching the man clench his teeth.

Donovan taps Dusty on the shoulder, and points to a man in the crowd,murdering something to him, Dusty gives a nod, and waits for Thyra to finish.

Thyra smirks, enjoying the commanders screams as she practically cuts open his stomach. She sees the people in the crowd are all white-faced and terrified. After an extra dozen stabs, she ends him with a stab through the heart. She tosses the body to the ground, retracting her knife. "Pathetic." she sneers.

"Hey sis, our little bro here wants to have some fun."

Thyra grins, "Well that's awesome! Pick someone, anyone. I really could not care who."

"Well he wants that man right there," he says, pointing at a young bald man in the crowd.

Thyra follows his gaze, and is quick to forcefully retrieve the man, staff pointed at his back as she shoves him towards Donovan. "Have fun with him." She says, tossing the man at his feet.

Dusty puts the man on his knees, and listens to the conversation. Between him and Donovan.

"You have no idea what I've been through." Donovan says to the man.

"You're just a bunch of cold blooded killers." the man says quietly back.

"Maybe so, but these two have done more for me than you all ever did." he quietly says back.

"We?" the man asks

"All you ever did was beat and humiliate me." He presents his daggur, "Time for payback."

"Who the hell are you?"

Donovan pulls his mask down enough for the man to see his face, but not the villagers behind the man.

"The Dark Warrior."

He pulls his mask up, and stabs the man in the throat, before he can make a sound.