Valkor entered the building through the front door. His stealth managed to get him past the gaurds, but in this inner sanctum there was no gaurd, Ellar allowed none that close to him. Valkor gripped his katana, a sword made especcially to kill this one man, and then it could be destroyed.
Eller was mediting on his small pillar, small fires surrounding him, the great dome top shining brilliantly colored lights unto the floor below. Valkor drew the sword out of the shaft, and both hands held it tight from his right, the blade ready for a quick slash from bottom left to top right.
Valkor's steps vibrated throughout the temple, reverberating violently back at him. Still, Eller was not stirred. Valkor was steps away, the sweat held back only by anticipation. Eller's eyes opened wide, but before the psionic attack could leave his thoughts Valkor's blade cut clean through him. Eller's body gently slid unto the floor in two parts, the guts and juices spilling out to form a pool upon the floor, chunky bits like little islands in the red sea.
Valkor was safely on a train back to hs homeland as the blade detonated where it was left among the crud and blood of Eller, his foul presense incinerated in the blast, as well as a good 3 square miles around that.
"It is a good thing he demands 48 hours of peice at a time" Valkor thought to himself as he last viewed the smoking pillar over the horizon.
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If this interested me slightly more I would have cared about being repetitive.