Praise Saekanis! Bandits are slaughtered!

Storming out of his house hold, Kilanjo ran. Flying through Wychwood as his pace grew faster. Speeding out through the under brush of the forest as he continued on his way. On his way towards the ocean. How could his mom, no why did his mom leave him?

After all this time, after they were finally reunited. Why. She just had another child and now the child has the feeling of loss aswell. Kilanjo had lost his father before he was ever born so there was no feelings or even a point for him to mourn. But Aries. . . Aries knew his mother. Aries grew up with his mother. If anything, his little brother was closer to his mother than anyone else. Which was probably hard for him to go through right now. He just hoped that he would be okay afterwards. But wait, he's still young. . .  There will be plenty of time for the boy to grow right?

Kilanjo would finally reach the place that he wanted to be. An open plain that held one tree out in the open.

Dropping his spear he lost it. His eyes going feral. His fangs sharped as he roared at the air. Extending his claws he wildly trotted over towards the single tree out in the open and began to claw at it, ripping pieces off of the tree. Peeling it of its skin. The bark.



(Kilanjo)
Deliriously, he kept at it. Swiping away at the tree. Ripping away its essence that it held as he tore through it with ease.

Half way through and he gan to punch it with his full force. Denting and breaking pieces of it as he hammered his way through with his fist. Not  caring for the damage that would happen to his hands.

In no time. He gave it, its final punch. And with that, the tree gave way. Tipping over like a cow. He watched it wain and creek as it fell down towards the floor to shatter in a few spots. But he didn't care anymore. All he wanted was his mother back. He wanted his mother to say something to him. Anything, wither it was to mock him. Judge him. Yell at him. Just something. But he just couldn't get the grotesque image out of his mind about his mother. It was just too awful to forget. Which he hated. But appreciated. Because this way, he would never forget the one who brought him into this world. It was his way of always remembering her. It was also his way of remebering the pain that was given to him and how badly he was going to mess up the person who did this to him. . . .


(Kilanjo)
Walking over to the shore line, he stood there. Staring at the horizion as he couldn't think of anything to do anymore. What to say or even think. All he knew was that he was mad, and that he needed to do something to take his mind off of the fact that his mother is dead and whoever had done the deed has gotten away. Enraged by this fact. Kilanjo roared again. Which seemed to get the approval of a group of bandits that came his way.

He didn't even have to turn around to look. He heard them stomping loudly, crushing the grass beneath their feet as they walked towards him in fashion.

The leader of the group had stepped forwards and said

"You ready to die?!"

Which, for some reason, caused Kilanjo to fall into hysterics.

Laughing madly out loud, he turned to his side to watch the group shuffle around in place nervously due to Kilanjo's sudden outburst. But he saw the leader shrug and watched the group of them swarm him. Gathering on each side to trap him in the middle.

With a sigh as Kilanjo's laughter had seemed to finally die down. The group had yelled in unison

" Suffer! "

The Ookami would then reach behind his back and grab for his pole, but it wasn't there to grasp. Which he would then remember that he dropped his spear a while back. To which he frowned as the bandits closed in on him.

"Look . . . . I'm not in the best of moods-" Kilanjo began to say before he was cracked over in his jaw by a mace. Drawing blood from his jawline as he stumbled backwards in shock


(Kilanjo)
"Did I say you could talk?"  the boss of the group said as he started to laugh. It wouldn't take long before his dick riders joined in on the laughter for it to only come to a halt by a wave of the boss man's hand. Which reminded Kilanjo of some of those bad 80's movies.

But he shrugged it off as he didn't even bother to raise his hands. But just because he chooses not to fight. Doesn't mean that the bandits will respect his rule.

The three gang around him to soon whack him all over with their weapons. A mace, and club, and a very blunt and beaten up sword.

If the blade was sharp enough, Kilanjo would've probably been sliced in half. To which he was pretty greatful that it was or else he would've been dead.

Kilanjo would soon find himself on the ground being kicked around. But it wouldn't take long for the bandits to start rumaging in his pockets and pull out a dagger his mother had given him when he was younger. His first dagger in fact.

With a greedy smile, he watched the bandits start to walk off with his crowns, dagger, and other commoditites. To which he didn't mind at first, but then. He remembered. That they had took his dagger. His mother's dagger.

Rage fueled his eyes as he pushed himself to a stand.
(Kilanjo)
A loud and sharp growl came from his throat as he crouched low on all fours. Getting ready to take off into a head start and pounce on the leader and rip his throat out first. In which, he actually did.

Lashing out towards the captain bandit was the best idea because as soon as he landed ontop of him. He watched as his eyes grew wide with fear as he had no clue as to what he should do. But Kilanjo did as he raised his right and and shoved it straight through the bandits neck. Causing the captain to choke on his blood and die a slow and painful death.

 Whack!

It wouldn't take long for the leader's lackeys to crack Kilanjo across his head. Sending him flying towards the side.

With a loud hiss, he got back up to turn around and face them. Only to realize that they were trying to tend to their master. To which Kilanjo didn't care at all. At this point. He cared about slaughtering all of them.

(Kilanjo)
Standing back up, Kilanjo came towards the two. Jumping in the air and placing his body at a horizontal angle, he kicked one of the guards to the ground as he grabbed the one bandit closest to his upper body.

Knocking down the bandit he kicked. Kilanjo pulled himself to a stand before throwing the bandit to the floor before jumping ontop of him and punched him repeatedly in the face. Breaking his jawline, nose, and parts of his skull.

Losing himself to his rage and destruction. Chaos overwhelmed him. Turning him into a monster that he feared to be. But he couldn't stop himself, as all he saw was red.

 Whack!

Once more he was cracked over the head with a blunt weapon. Causing his head to move slightly to the side as the weapon that made contact with his head stayed in place due to the fact that his had was now grabbeding the user's wrist.

With a nasty twist of his own wrist. He heard the crackling bones of the bandits wrist twist and break as he came to a stand. Still holding the bandits wrist.

A wild sinister smile appeared on Kilanjo's face as all his other features had seemed to blur out. Using his free hand to slowly take the weapon out of the bandits hand. All he heard was the sound of buzzing in his ears. But in reality. the bandit was crying out in pain. Begging and pledding for him to stop. But Kilanjo couldn't listen he was to far already. Too deep. . . . It was too late. . .

Now taking the weapon from the last bandits hand. He held it up towards the sky, only to bring it down to the bandits head. Breaking it and shattering it. The mace was only then stuck in the bandits head as the humaniod's figure dropped to the ground in pain as his arms flailed about in a uncanny matter. The bandit continued to beg and scream as he pleaded. But Kilanjo couldn't hear it. He lost himself.
Before long, his amulet started to glow a dark hue of lilac purple. To which he responded as he reached down and stepped on the bandits chest. Pushing pressure down on it until he heard a couple of ribs break. With satisfaction spreaded across his face. Kilanjo reached over and took the weapon from out of the last bandits head. Which was then followed with more pain and screams. It wouldn't take long for Kilanjo to bring the mace back down upon the bandit. Causing the bandit to stiffen up. But the bandit tried to keep on moving. Soon thinking of the brilliant plan of running away as he reached out and tried to pull himself away. But there was no way Kilanjo was going to let him get away. No. . . .

Bring up the mace once more. He slammed it back onto the bandits head. Stiffening its movement. Then with one more raise. He looked at the bandit as it was now contempt of him. Below him and beneath him.

And with one more last look, he finally heard the bandit. Which said at his last dying breath as his face was pratically smashed in, he heard the bandit choking on his own blood as he struggled to pull himself away to live another day.

" M-m- mm- . .. mom-   !"     CRACK!

Kilanjo looked down with disgust as he now watched the bandit's eye pop out of its socket and hang as the being's head was now smashed into mush. Barely recognizeable as a humaniod.

Kilanjo would then spit on the bandit's head as he took in the surrounding.

The entire area was filled with the trio's blood. He couldn't help but feel eerie as he realized that he had done this. This was manslaughter. He obliterated the three bandits. Destroying them. Killing them. But he didn't care anymore.

Dropping the mace upon the bandit he just smashed to death, he walked over to the second bandit he had recently killed. He saw that he had basically done the same to what he did to the other with the bandit's mace. Smashed the skull into a bloody mess. Nothing but blood, broken bones and mush stayed where it's head used to be. Then for the leader of the group. The one who led them to their deaths. A hole was in his neck where blood now pooled out and seeped out onto the ground. It would seem as if he had a  painful death as his eyes were still open. Unmoving as it stared at him.

Without skipping a beat. Kilanjo began to walk away. Only that he was walking in the direction of the leader bandit, and just as he was about to pass the bandit's unmoving body.

He lifted up his right foot, and brought it down upon the creature. Smashing its skull in with the weight of his foot.

Blood exploded as organs from within flew all over the bottom of his pants and in the surrounding area.

But Kilanjo just kept on his way, before wiping the gushy stuff on the grass, he decided to move to the east for a while. He needed time to mourn. But that wouldn't stop darkness inside of him from building up. . . Noo. . . . If anyone had dared to cross his path. He would destroy them.

Just as Saekanis does. Where Asena brings life. He brings death. . . . .

 Praise. . . Saekanis. . .
(Kilanjo)