A group of children was nearing Draven. For a rare moment, there was something almost beautiful occurring. Draven moved his body with an effortless elegance that spoke to his skill and experience. His sword was an extension of his arm as he spun it through the air with deadly precision, flicking it cleanly through the neck of one unnatural child then another.
PROBABLY NOT THE BEST TIME TO BE OGLING DRAVEN AGAIN.
