[b]Burn.[/b] The night was stagnant, dry, cold. There was no breeze, no movement at the gate of the Dojo at the time, no sound. The stones of the gateway were stained a deep, dark red. Nyxon's body lied there, two holes punctured in his upper body. One in his lung, the other in his stomach. His head lied a few feet away, having been severed by the demon filth in Garin's body. There was no cloud coverage tonight, so the moon shone bright over the courtyards, illuminating most everything. (Open. I will not reply if things take an even more morbid turn. I am not replying to Arbiter.)