Nothing moved. Stillness. This once lively hamlet lay deserted, with not a sign of life around. Silent except for the occasion bird or window shutter, one would find the lack of noise perhaps more piercing then any noise. One could practically feel the evil in the air, a wretched blackness wafting through the town. Turning a corner, one would find why.

In the main street, were once shops sold goods and children played, was the site of a massacre. Blood pooled in the streets, body parts lay everywhere. It was as if something had dragged every man, woman and child into the town square and torn them to pieces. A dense fog had began to cover the site, yet one thing could still be seen. A trail of bloody boot prints leading off into the mist.

Naught two hours ago the was the beginning of this disaster. A lone figure wrapped in a cloak ominously made its way through town, intent on leaving just as quickly as it came. Yet a gang of young ruffians had made the mistake of targeting this figure for a sound mugging. That sealed the town’s fate.

One of the men ran up to the figure from behind, brandishing a club and intending to bash the person’s head in. In the blink of an eye the cloak flew into the air in the same moment the crimson haired woman underneath donned a metal gauntlet. Before the man could get within ten paces of the woman what seemed like a flash of light tore him in half.

The man’s partners rushed forward to avenge their buddies death, and they two were immediately torn to shreds. From any average person’s perspective it would seem as if the woman simply looked at them before their bodies turned into mush. The truth was far more gruesome, as the chain attached to the woman’s metal glove sailed faster then the average eye could see and began to eviscerate her opponents.

Quite obviously panic ensued, as people fled to escape this knew menace. Yet just as quickly as people began to run they were yanked back, more often then not in pieces. Within moments nearly 30 people had died, all at then hands of a single woman. To her the slight of three men was an excuse to kill everyone around her.

Quickly an alarm was raised, and the few town guards were called. Brandishing swords and pikes they approached the fiend, intent on stopping her destruction. They surrounded the pale woman on all sides, slowly closing in. Yet the moment they came within ten feet they all, nearly simultaneously, evaporated into a red mist.

The remaining villagers attempted to flee, but all were quickly slain before they could reach the town gates. Within the hour all members of the townsfolk had been killed, and all that remained was a hooded figure walking off into the oncoming mist.