Asherons Call: New Fist de Yuma Posted

The man's gigantic build towered over the crowd of peasants. He was at least six feet ten. He was wide shouldered, he had a narrowed waist and a dancers legs. Dressed in black leather he looked evil incanted. His scowl was fierce and his voice booming. He held a sword only slightly shorter than himself. He swung the blade lightly back and forth at the cowering villagers.

"I want all your gold and valuables brought to me. If any one of you holds back.", he paused to glare, "I'll dice you all for supper and feed you to the hogs." He neatly sliced a line in the chief's chest to enhance the point. The chief rubbed the wound and the red liquid ran down the cut cloth. A withering man was moaning at their feet, only to gasp his last breath and lay still.

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