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[Asimov]

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Walking through the streets of Kaane, the three Atalan continued their rounds as normal. A squeamish slave had frantically tried to explain to them the carnage in the southern portion of the city, but Asimov, Trillin, and Xianna had waved him off with little more than a moments thought. They would reach the location of the attacks eventually. There was no concern flowing from any of them...and thus no need to quicken their pace. Trillin and Xianna could feel the calm emanating from Asimov. He was only ever this calm when he was thinking...plotting...calculating.

"You think of those bodyguards from last eve.."

Trillin spoke softly as he turned to the Atalan leader. Trillin, in turn, only spoke and acted with such reserve when he felt this serene temperament of the Bloodroot. His normal fire and rush to judgment had all but melted away to placidity.

"I do." Asimov responded with a flash of his eyes marking the rage he remembered from the night prior. "It is unclear to me if they were unaware of what they were walking into...or if they truly thought no harm would befall them - be it by reprieve granted by our hand, or by an unfounded belief in their own abilities." The Bloodroot glanced momentarily at Xianna before speaking next. "It appears that whatever it is they think, they now stand with Ditto, who will remain our enemy while we hold her daughter."

"She will get her daughter back eventually," Xianna stated matter of factly with a smirk. "Be it piece by piece...or as a whole, toting a spear ready to impale her mother acting through my desire."

Shaking his head with a slight chuckle at Xianna, Asimov slowed his pace, looking down at the trail of blood staining the sand and dirt below their feet. Walking amongst the body parts and sinew, the three Atalan casually took in the scene around them. Asimov picked up an arm and pulled it closer, inspecting the edge of the flesh, ripped from its one time bodily companion.

"So much wasted damage..." the Atalan general noted. "There is no efficiency in these killings...but instead blind and wild movements. Over-exaggerated and unnecessary wounds inflicted to would-be victims." Asimov tossed the arm back onto the ground. "These were killings of sport...not necessity," the Bloodroot continued. "And while the movements might have been effective in removing life from these men, this display is far from impressive."

Feeling the passiveness fade from Asimov, Trillin felt the tinge of his own rage flowing back into his mind. "What type of 'hunter' is so pathetic to sneak into Kaane in between our rounds as to avoid our eyes, and then seek out human slave guards as their 'challenging' prey?" The Spearhead spat on the ground in disgust as he spoke. "I saw novice gladiators with more fortitude and better efficiency than this mess of an intruder."

Waving his hand dismissively at the carnage along the street, Asimov eyed two slaves with buckets who, upon seeing his gaze, immediately scrambled to start cleaning up the mess.

"The loss of human guards is irrelevant," the Bloodroot stated as the Atalan finished their tour of the city and started back to Maedas. "Unless this creature can muster the satchel to face our kind, it is neither impressive nor cause for concern."