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Talon nodded, gripping his longsword in his dominant hand. With his free hand, he found a rock with substantial weight. He had to catch the guard while he wasn't fully paying attention, otherwise they'd lose the element of surprise. From the shadows, he hurled the rock with as much force as he could- which, unsurprisingly, was a lot- toward the uninterested guard.
Unfortunately, he spotted the rock before it could hit him, and moved so it shattered against the door he was securing. Without a moment to ponder his loss, Talon ran from the shadows, his sword pointed toward the enemy with intent to kill.
Your brute strength is your gift. The voice whispered to him. This time, it filled him with vigor. Embrace it. Harness it. Learn it. Use it. Each instruction sent pulses of violent need through him. These are your people. If they fall, you fall. Do not let them. Talon finally reached the guard, his sword held low and jutting up for what he intended to look like a fatal blow, but only planned to disarm.
If you fail them... Talon raised the long sword... You will die. then quickly turned the blade so the flat side of it struck the guard's hands, intending to disarm him.