[i]About 30 or so meters away from them, a fight breaks out. One of the combatants was a man, a little over 6 feet tall and with short black hair and blue eyes. His armor was nothing special, just some silver combat armor. The other stood at just under six feet tall. She had somewhat long crimson hair and wore jet-black combat armor. A scar on her cheek that was most likely caused by a knife or sword was also apparent, though the fine details couldn't be made out from where the two men were. The fight was over very quickly. He charged with a knife, which she proceeded to grab with her right. Electricity went arcing all around him when her armor made contact with his knife. It wasn't enough to kill though, just to stun. She then kicked him in the stomach. He fell to the ground. She took his own knife and slammed it through his right hand, keeping him on the ground. She then brought a knife of her own out and sent it straight through his right kneecap. Evidently, it was no normal knife. [/i] "Now now, my friend... Was that really a good idea?" "[b]Go to hell.[/b]" "[i]Tsk tsk tsk[/i]. Wrong answer." [i]She grabs one of her two Desert Eagles and shoots his left arm. Instead of creating a wound, it blew his limb clean off. Horrific screams of pain echoed through the air.[/i] "Try again." "[b]F-Fuсk... you![/b]" "You really don't listen do you? Yknow, if you don't wanna talk, I can make it so you can't..." "[b]Y-you're... Fuсking... Insane.[/b]" [i]She starts laughing like a maniac.[/i] "You think I don't know that? Anyways, I have you your chances. Seems you didn't want them, so..." [i]She pulls out another knife.[/i] "...you aren't going to get any now." [i]She kneels down on his chest, forces his mouth open, and slices his tongue off with her knife.[/i] "Do you understand your error now?" [i]He laid motionless, but obviously still alive.[/i] "Okay then... We're almost done here." [i]She brings out two more blades. They're shorter and cylindrical in shape, leading to a point at the end with small pieces jutting out to the side like an arrowhead. She then sends them through his eyes and rips them right back out. It seemed from their design and her use of them that they were made with one sole purpose in mind. At that point, she took her knife back out of his leg, got up, and started walking away from him. Her demeanor changed from insane sadist to acting as if nothing big or important had happened all day.[/i]