A hard rain falling in the streets of Kalzasi. Clashing against the stone of the streets and the flesh of a man. The pale green skin of the Ork that rested with blade across his lap. Nothing covering his body but a pair of pants. Bare skin exposed to the elements as the water ran off his body. Turmoil brewing around him as he sat. Eyes closed just listening. Footsteps cloaked by the rain fall as they moved in. A variety of noises filled the air as swords were drawn and other weapons brandished. "You shouldn't be here" One of the many faceless called. But the Okrhan didn't answer. Instead he rose, grasping blade in hand. The rings on his sword singing as he turned it in his hands. Brandishing it to face those that now surrounded him.
"And who are you to tell me where I shouldn't be?" Galius spoke. Blade in one hand as the other rose to face the Faceless. "I have not come this far to be stopped by you." His eyes slowly opened. Though what lie beneath his eyelids wasn't the sickly yellow that they had been before. Instead they expressed rage, violence and bloodshed. The yellow being more vibrant as the Faceless man that spoke before stepped forward again. Though as he began to speak nothing came forward. Instead the bone ring that rested on Galius finger. Dimly glowing runes brightened ever so slightly as a wicked smile curved on the Ork's lips.
"Have you lost the will to speak?" He asked slowly closing his fingers into a fist. "Maybe one should be more careful about their consumption hmm?" A flash of lightning showed, for a split second, dark tendrils reaching from the ork to the faceless. "I am not to be trifled with. I am Galius the Seventh Son." Stepping forward now the Ork began to move. Water splashing as boots fell back into place. Rings singing with every step as he raised his sword up and sliced down with ease. Blood splattering to the water below. Mixing and flowing about like ink.
The faceless crashed to the floor. The others began to crash in, charging at the Galius in rage. Turning swiftly Galius caught one of them in his featureless face. Talon like fingernails cutting across the flesh as he turned and used the mans momentum to throw him off balance. Crashing him into another as he moved back towards the center. Scales now covering various portions of his body. Another crack of lighting illuminating his face. A twisted expression as the man danced with his blade.
The rings calling out as the blade met flesh again. "You will all be excellent material for more my work. Fresh blood and flesh always make the best tools." He growled as he shoved his hand through the chest of one of them. Ripping it back out as scale caught on flesh. Tearing like a toothed blade ripping through freshly butchered meat. It was a slaughter. As the faceless ran forwards they were met by blade and hand.
Crackling energy circled his body. Arching from every angle before it lashed out at the nearest victim. Blasting the man backwards and searing flesh as the corpse laid lifeless. Others screamed as their flesh blackened and hardened. Muscles dying slowly as the fight continued. Afflictions set weeks before. Everything was part of his master plan. Though he had made on slip that led to him being discovered. Though the suffering was not his to be hand. Instead it was that of these faceless men and he was just the tool to deliver it.
A few moments later there was nothing but bodies in the street and the Orkhan sitting in the middle of a hastily made circle of corpses. A deep breath was taken as he looked up towards the sky. A vestige of his father now standing before him. "This is what you've become? A murder?" The older Ork spoke. A gravely voice of age calling out to the younger man. "I was not but defending myself. What does it matter to you? Is it not my place to return the suffering caused by these men? Murderers and kidnappers the lot of them. They deserve no mercy and now they shall pay for their sins." Galius growled. Defiance in his voice as he looked upon the vestige.