Thorn Of Darkness

DD

Rameel stood there gazing at the meteor-sized mud ball on its way to destroy the whole clan, the whole Kabila, in mere seconds. But suddenly he seemed not troubled by their doom. Like he need not worry about them but himself at the moment. Rameel turned his back towards the House he honors, his family, and his dear friends. He smiled and spun on his leg and sat down on the ground. "Traps? What a pain, I hate people who like to do tricks and not face their opponent head-on. You see I am not a guy who likes playing games, I seek to end war before it's even begun." He said while looking at the snow beneath him as if he was talking to another man. He covered his right hand with metal, "Metal Creation Prodigy: The Black Metal." He said, and punched through the snow and ground itself. He tightened his grip on something like he had found something buried down there. And pulled his hand out, and the ground busted open as Rameel stood up and pulled a man from the ground. He was a skinny man