WHOOOM!
A violent impact shakes the vast private grounds surrounding Frank Pyton's estate.
When the thick cloud of dirt and dust finally begins to settle, Joe Callhan in his ogre form, Philip Serghel in his tiefling form, and Cassian Eisenfaust can be seen sprawled across the ground, battered and injured.
Standing over them is Zayn Thzraneel, a blood-forged saber gripped firmly in his hand.
"Is that really all you've got? What a disappointment. I was hoping to find someone I could spar with to kill some time, but you're barely worth a warm-up."
He then turns a mocking glance toward Frank Pyton.
"Come on, Oktavian. Get up and show your lackeys how their boss fights. Assuming you've got the guts to face me."
"I neither have the time nor the inclination to inconvenience myself just to entertain a kid who can't go ten minutes without picking a fight. And try not to destroy my garden," he replies with complete indifference.
