It was quiet in the small chinese town of Dunhuang. No one dared move a muscle
in case they were discovered by Qūzhújiàn, the unstoppable warrior that had gone rouge with power.
He was merciless and would stop at nothing to get every little thing that he wanted. If he wanted money, he would take money. If he wanted food, he would take food. etc.
He stopped at a whimpering mother trying to protect her family.
where is all you gold! Bring it to me!
We have none!
He could strike at anytime but it was easy to know when he was coming from the massive thumping footsteps ringing through the mountains.
He stormed through Dunhuang, obliterating houses and crops as he walked past, taking some to eat for himself. He suddenly stopped at a random house in in the middle of the road and walked in, splintering the door.
and with one quick sweep of his gauntleted hand, ended her life.