"I can smell a Dragon," a man that was nothing more than a shadow said.
The Shadow stood hunched over a man that was trembling. The man's chest was crushed inward as if from a single powerful blow, and blood dripped from his mouth. "Please... please... please! Don't kill me, please!"
The Shadow smiled, almost gently. "But I must. Your beast is a truly unique one. The Pathway is a very special one. What's the beast called again? Ah! I can't remember, but it's one of the best defensive around here, right? As a B ranked leader of the Clan, you have the strongest, right?"
All around them, bodies littered the ground, and from the look of it, none of them died a good death. From twisted limbs to spines ripped out and chests broken, some of them were even folded into human flesh balls.
