An old archive from the city guard was pulled recently from the city grid and presented to the museum as part of its cultural exhbit.

The fury of the blow sent the armor clad fool through the wall of the inn. The patrons scattered as the black clad form stepped through the opening. An orange blade of light flickered and hummed in his hand, as the empty hand pulled himself through the opening.

The armored figure rolled to his stomach, pushing himself to some what a standing position. He ripped off his helmat, and threw it to the ground. He turned to face the dark warrior. His face was infused with anger as he spat out obsenities and threats to the warrior. They were as usless as the armored one's defense.

The warrior approached the defender quickly, and unleashed a backhand that sounded as if thunder had rolled in the evening sky. The sword in the other hand still hummed gently, casting off it's dark orange light around. Several of the larger patrons felt that they had to defend their peer, and drew their weapons to join the frey.

The dark warrior's eyes turned to a dark red glow as he witnessed the "bravery" of the others. The sword slashed once behind him as someone was going to bring a dagger down into his back. Then the assault began - The defenders threw themselves upon the dark warrior, not knowing they signed their own death warrents.

He kicked one in the stomach, as his free hand cracked against the jaw of another. His body knew naturally what to do as he went from defense to offense. Warcrys were as loud as the death moans. The dark warrior moved through the crowd without remorse. Some would have their chest crushed with the force of his blows, while others would be lucky to slowly bleed to death. Others would have their heart pierced by the light blade at his command.

Finally, it came down to the original man that was thrown through the wall. The light blade slipped away into the handle as it was replaced on the small of his back length wise. The arms folded behind the dark warrior as he approached the defender who was recovering from the latest attack he attempted and failed at.

The dark warrior smiled slightly, asking easily. The defender chuckled as he spit out blood, revealing he would never tell the warrior and that he would rather die first.

The warrior chuckled, as his eyes again began to glow dark red. The half smile that was on the defender's lips slowly began to vanish, as his hands came up to the side of his head. Blood began to trickle, then run out of the man's ears, nose and ears. Finally there was a scream, as the dark warrior reached down, taking the man's head between his hands, and twisting it nearly off the defender's neck.

He quietly walked out, chuckling to himself as he headed towards the girl's hiding spot.