I strolled through the street, my halberd tucked into a strap behind me as I gazed at the chaos unfolding before me.
As I walked, a crazed person lunged at me.
He raised his sword up, his mouth wide open as he neared.
I sighed.
Over ten other people had attempted this before and I was already bored by it.
With a calm step, I avoided the blade.
I kicked forward, coating my leg with aether.
Pop.
His head exploded into a mess of brain matter, bones, and blood.
I continued walking.
My eyes constantly scanned for anywhere my comrades were having trouble.
Well, calling them my comrades was a bit off since I had never met them before.
But we fought for the same cause, which made us brothers in arms.
Seeing a sword coming for my comrade's head, I remained calm.
With a thought, a dagger formed beside me, firing toward the attacker at a speed that anyone below my level would never be able to catch.
