OOC: If you want to talk about something use OCC or out of character.

Aphophis stood up and drew his blade. It was glowing even more because it couldn't contain it's excitement. yes. The blade is living. One of the guards started walking towards him shouting
"Hey you sheath that weapon or i'll be forced to take legal action, well?"
Aphophis stood silent and still.
"Answer me, and put it away."
Aphophis drew one finer against his mouth. The sign for a mute. Only asylum comitted people were mutes. The guard drew back tripping over a loose cobble stone. Aphophis raised his glowing blade; the brightness all most blinding wanting the taste for blood. He brought it down with such force that it sliced through the guards armour spraying blood everywhere. The body crumpled. All of a sudden he noticed a cloaked woman at the opposite of the market. Two beams of white light sprung from her hand. The first hit his sword shattering it. As teh sword died there was a scream of a woman. The sword died. The seccond hit him squarely in the chest. The ligh did not hurt it was cold and dissmisive. He was launched into the air but when he fell he landed on sand. He looked up and saw a man walking towards him. A man with gleaming armour and a sword which he slung over his shoulder.