The Holyfist stood with his back to the men, "A strike to the back of the head you say? And there were burns internally?" The old fighter thought for a moment, then drew his hand close, aether gathered in his palm and he struck his chair. There seemed for several moments to be no damage, then suddenly the chair crumbled to dust, "That is called the Touch of Death. If you're man was killed by a Pugilist, it was by this skill. And that is not something taught to just anyone." Erik nodded, "Would you know anyone fitting that level of skill?" The Holyfist thought, "I would have no way of knowing. It is an uncommon skill, but not impossible to learn."
As the Lala and young girl spoke a ring came over the pearl, "Nivivi.... send the girl in. I need to have words with her."
As the Lala and young girl spoke a ring came over the pearl, "Nivivi.... send the girl in. I need to have words with her."
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