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mouth. His tongue pressed tightly against his sharpened teeth. He took a step back, spinning on the balls of his feet to face the group.
    They insult us! Blackout hissed within. We will eat their souls, Blackout boomed, a whisper and a roar overlapping in his skull.
    “Are you hard of hearing? I guess you can join the party too!” Another man with a club said, pulling away from the group and tugging up his white hood over his pudgy head. He hefted the club in his palm as he stalked towards Juzo, his expression set on violence. Juzo drew Blackout and held it loosely by his side.
    The man in white stopped, the club pausing mid-air before clapping onto his palm. “And what are you going to do with that, boy?” he said, cocking his head and pulling on a thin mustache.
    “No one tells me what to do,” Juzo said through gritted teeth, staring at the man’s boots, chest heaving with labored breaths. The tendons on Juzo’s arm bulged with the tremendous force of his grip on Blackout, fingertips digging into the leather wrapped handle. Juzo raised his head, meeting the man’s dark eyes.
    The man stumbled back a step. “What the fuck are you?”
    “No one controls me,” Juzo croaked, voice trembling. “No one!” he screamed, raising Blackout high and chopping down. The man raised the club and Blackout slashed through it, his shoulder, and halfway into his breastbone. Blood splashed onto two others who ran up beside him. The man dropped the other half of his club and fell with a gurgle. Juzo raised his leg, and kicked the man off the blade, freeing it.
    The two who had come to help stumbled back, faces aghast, white robes spattered with globs of blood. They turned to run, one dropping a dagger and another something else metallic. Juzo lurched a step then stopped, letting them go before swinging again.
    No mercy! They want to control you, lock you up in Terar’s chambers, Blackout hissed.
    “No, not again,” Juzo stammered, lost, taken in by Blackout’s words, head shaking, lips curling back into a twisted grimace. “Not again!” He hissed, eye glowing with hate.
    Juzo sprinted in a blur, fresh blood infusing his legs with power. He easily caught up with the one who’d dropped his useless dagger. He swung hard, Blackout whispering through the backs of his knees. The sword yanked on Juzo’s grip, piercing in and out of the man’s chest before he hit the ground. He fell onto his stumps, screaming, his hand clawing at the sucking wound through his chest.
    Two other’s fled in opposite directions, weaving through produce carts and shoving them into a state of disarray. A bowl of spices leaped from a table in one direction, filling the air behind the man in a cloud of yellow. A tower of grain sacks toppled over a few rows beyond as the other man in white, stumbled and huffed.
    There was one more of the bastards though, stammering and shuffling back. One whose fate had already been told, the rat faced bastard who’d been foolish enough to try to tell Juzo what to do, to take him back to the Master’s dungeons. The man’s beady eyes rolled back and forth from Juzo to his dying friend. Juzo twirled Blackout in his hand, slinging blood from its edge, spattering red dots along the man’s absurdly clean robe.
    “Wha-what do you want? Who are you?” The rat faced man said, arms raised in a gesture of innocence.
    Feet scraped the ground behind Juzo and he looked over his shoulder, seeing the old man in blue stumbling away, his hand pressed to the side of his head. Juzo let out a heavy sigh.
    “Go home, leave the wizards alone,” Juzo said, pointing with Blackout, his eye drooping with weariness.
    The man’s expression shifted from quivering with the fear of impending death to angry scorn. His big fists curled into gray balls, arms shaking. The corner of his lip pulling into an odd sort of smile.
    “Fucking wizard scum! They don’t belong here. You don’t belong here!” he said, stabbing his finger into Juzo’s