374 Yursk (III): The Slave Merchant

I went straight for the leader of the group of guards, it was his and his partners pretense of a fight that annoyed me the post apart from seeing the wood sprites like that. I landed right in front of his bandit friend and proceeded to unceremoniously shove my hand straight through his chest and out his back, the look of shock and fear on his face was quite worth it. I flung his dying body sway, making him fly like he was made of nothing but paper; his already broken body smashed hard into a few trees leaving massive bloody smears, and when his body came to a stop, it was a completely unrecognizable lump of flesh and bone.