Desire For Murder

Instinctively gasping for the energy-rich air, the guard did not quite comprehend what was happening to him, normally, for someone to inflict such harm onto him, they would have needed to use some soul energy reinforcement, but that purple-eyed stranger had just reached out, grabbed his neck and used his thumb to rend his windpipe, utterly squashing it with a level of precision and expertise that was simply ungodly.

In fact, he should have been able to sense some killing intent, or at least, his intent to do harm in some way, but there had been nothing, no difference between the moment when they had been speaking normally and the instant in which he decided to inflict a severe injury.

Sent stumbling into the alley, he almost wanted to scream for some assistance, but stopped himself, that would only further worsen his already dreadful injury.