Wayfare to an Uncertain Asylum

Arkanian gritted his teeth in pleasure as he watched the body of the beautiful young Terrestial Exalt fall limp at his feet; however, his emotions betrayed him as he looked again to his companions smouldering body. Shaking his head he moved across the room, drawing Mugenjin, his soulsteel blade from it's sheath. She was nothing to him...just as this child was nothing to him. The souls trapped within the cold steel cried out as it plunged into the heart of the peasant child, ending his life and any hope of entering the cycle of lithe in a single thrust. Arkanian wiped his blade clean before sliding it back into its sheath, looking back to the motionless body of his former companion for a moment before footsteps in the hall brought him back to the present, he could not stay here. He immediately moved to the window in the room, breaking the glass with the hilt of his weapon before nimbly sliding through it; coattails of his cloak vanishing from view just as Lazerous entered the room.