Nebula Gravis

[MetalRenard]

- Reynard -
He assessed his situation with his foxy wit, placing his right foot behind him, axe drawn, ready for battle. The biggest man charged first, his sword screaming through the air, but Reynard was much faster, brining his axe upwards, severing the man's hand with one stroke. It flew through the air and landed with a dull thump, blood spattering everywhere. The man screamed and fainted. He would eventually die from blood loss.
The other two were wary now.

They split up - one on each side, then started to chant a weird rhyme.
"Kuro, Kiro, Kyro, Krup", once, twice... then, "Kuro, Kiro, Kyro!" They pounced! They had Reynard off guard, the change in rhythm was obviously there to trick their opponent, and it worked! He barely managed to dodge their weapons! His hood fell back off his hair as he leaned low, backwards, then dropped into a sweeping kick, knocking them both to the floor. He turned to the 2nd biggest and used the dagger from his side to stab him through the neck, reinforcing the blow with the wind vortex. A gurgled scream, then silence. The man's spine had been severed.

The last man tried to stand but stumbled clumsily back, his confidence broken, Reynard's ears perked up from among his hair, a look of shock on his face as the man raised his weapon again. "No, no, no! This is the part where you give up and I don't have to kill you... Please?" Reynard leapt forwards at the same time as the small man, locking his hand around the short human's throat and immobilising his weapon by blocking his fist.
"Now give me back what is mine." He shook the man a bit to make his point clear.
The sword clattered as it hit the floor. He raised the crystal in his small hand and placed it in Reynards now out-stretched one.
"Thank you. But what about my other belongings?" The man pointed to a doorway opposite the entrance, then Reynard tightened his grip, cutting off his air supply until he passed out, but not dead. "Thanks."

Reynard retrieved his things, then left having accomplished nothing, he felt, other than slowing himself down. He also carried three more burdens on his shoulders. "Sorry I had to kill you. Cinis, as much as I respect you, I cannot follow your ways, I cannot be that cold hearted. Sorry fellow beings. When my task is over I'll ask the gods for your names and engrave them on the golden trees in the shrine of Eruditio. May you rest in peace."