The dark warrior slammed the merchant hard against the building. There was a sharp cough of air from the man as he expelled all the air at once from his lungs. The victim dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around his chest trying to catch his breath.

"I do not appreciate being cheated."

The man on the ground couldn't breath, but looked up, pleeding with his eyes just before Travanix brought up his knee sharply to the man's chin, knocking him against the wall again then dropping to the ground in pain.

"I do not think you realize your error in judgement."

There was a sharp kick from the warrior to the man's rib cage, forcing him into the fetal position as he screamed in pain. The winter snow was falling now, the cold breeze of the night washing over the small man. Travainx folded his arms behind him.

"When one of my girls fails me, they learn from their mistake, and generally improve before any punishment is needed. I have given you a chance to correct your lack of judgement. You do not seem to have learned from your mistake, however. You will learn the price of failure."

Travanix finally reached down grapping the man, and slamming him against the wall, just before he began beating him with only one hand in the thighs and chest and arms. His hand moved faster than what the man could defend himself.

It seemed an eternity before the warrior withdrew his fist and pulled it behind him. The man dropped to his knees and fell forward. "Your failure does not only doom you, but will bring untold horrors to your family. Your wife and daughter will be broken and sold as slaves. They will not remember you, they will not morn you. Your son will be tortured then sold off-planet to pirates. He will never see your grave, he will not live long enough to ponder revenge."

Darkness grabbed the man's ankles as he was dragged up into the sky before a rope grabbed his ankles, and tightened. From his utility pouch, he pulled silver bonds and wrapped the man's arms against his body so tightly they cut into the flesh.

"You will live your last few minutes of this existance in pain, remembering your failure, and the cost that will come to your family."

From another pocket was produced a metalic staple that was used against the man's lips, holding them in place. He was unable to scream, unable to cry. Blood was already starting to trickle down into a pool below him.

"There is no forgiveness."

Two daggers were pulled from a thigh pocket, and then with little regard, the dark warror sliced the jugular vein twice then drove the daggers sharply into the man's shoulders. Blood began to drain out of the man. He was struggling with what little energy he had left.

There was nothing left to say, as Travanix pulled his arms behind him and quietly left the alley, heading in to the street.