(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

I made a game of it, practicing my hand-eye coordination by juggling
between the ones that tried to attack and the ones that tried to take flight,
seeing how many I could kill and how creatively. Their screams of terror were
silenced one after the other, in ripples of chaos and razor-edged blades of
law. They fell with missiles of ash, weaves of pure light, and coils of metal
that wound around bodies and limbs and tightened until they were sliced
into medallions of flesh and bone.
The streets were drenched with blood and the scattered limbs of the thugs
still twitched as I walked calmly towards the last one standing, facing me
only because he was paralyzed with terror. It was the one who first mouthed
me off, the one with the mildewed grin.
With a shriek he tried to flee, stumbling over the bodies and slipping on the
blood of his allies.
I was glad I left one alive. With a flick of a finger he was dragged into the air,
limbs flailing as I gestured, pressing him stock-still against a nearby wall.
"I'm not in a good mood today," I whispered, reaching out to grasp one
wrist. The skin immediately blackened under my touch, bubbling over in
hideous boils as a pox began to take his flesh. It distended in angry green
spheres, the rot eating away at his flesh so quickly that by the time flesh
sloughed from bone there was no blood left... only pus beating white and hot
from his veins.
He shrieked. Oh how he shrieked.
I sighed. Art always came at the cost of precious practicality. "Look, this
wouldn't have happened if you hadn't attacked me," I chided, and with a
flick of my finger the last bones of his arms crumbled away, "Now you have
three more chances to answer me. How do I find Pharod?"
He blubbered, sobbing, and was in the process of soiling himself, if the warm
stink that arose was any indication. "Ugh."
He calmed down by the time I was about to grasp his other arm. "P-Pharod!
R-R-Ragpicker's square! Building to the north... portal! A fistful of junk is the
key!" he wailed.
I nodded, "Thank you." And with that I turned and left. Someone else can
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