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The spy's blood ran thick and hot, running down his blades as he let the body drop. Kneeling down, the figure checked the body and ensured it was a kill. Without standing, a gust of cold, sharp wind blew through the room, wiping his blades clean of the blood that dared contaminate his swords. Withdrawing the blades, the man stood up, and stomped on the back of Nhil with enough force to life the dirt off his clothes. Blood gushed out, the dirt greedily absorbing it into the ground as the life blood drained from the body of the former necromancer. The blood flow then slowed, and stopped. It didn't stop the body from leaving a thick pool of blood flowing toward General Ebon.

With one hand, General Fong, Liu-Wen lifted the man off the ground, and hoisted it over his back. His empty, cold black eyes bored into the frightened General. "You will explain yourself when I get back." He said, the words cutting deep and seemingly freezing the air around it as onlookers shivered. He exited the tent, his traditional chang-shan flowing silently behind him.

The mass of eyes staring at the body of Lieutenant Nhil as he passed seemed to gain a light of it's own. The general of the human armies paid no mind to them, as they were simply soldiers that were completely ignorant and incompetent to what was going on. Luckily, the camp was situated by the river, so he could dispose of this filth of a Lieutenant as quickly as possible. He walked slowly, showing what happened to traitors to the cause. He had received word of an enemy spy lurking among the ranks, aiming to take the head of the Dark Elf. He had arrived just in time, the utter idiots that were under Ebon's command failing to act. He would have them all flogged later.

Reaching the river, the corpse of Nhil was unceremoniously dropped onto the banks. The quiet general looked at the body, the lifeless eyes of Nhil staring into the sky, taking all his secrets with him. A shame. It would have paid to interrogate him. He kicked the body once, and it rolled into the river where it was washed away to be forgotten forever. Turning, he noticed that many of the soldiers had come to watch him.

"You pieces of trash should have something better to do than watch me complete official business." He said tonelessly, his eyes radiating nothing but contempt. "If you all do not scatter in five seconds, I will personally have you all flogged until the whites of your spine show on your bodies." He raised a finger. One. They were all already gone.

Now, to deal with the failures of General Ebon. He moved back toward the tent, or what remained of it, noticing the crowd was still intact and rushing about. "I do believe that there is nothing to see here." Said Fong, his voice cutting through even the loudest of conversations. "Get out of here. You're all lucky I do not have time to punish each and every one of you." The crowd scattered quickly, leaving Fong and Diloxi alone. He said nothing to her, but his frozen, dark eyes gave all the words he could have possibly needed.