Troy made his way out, heading for the temple for now. Something would more than likely catch his eye and distract him, but at the moment he still knew the goal.

The church bell continue to sing its haunting song, the echoes bouncing off the buildings and hanging over the city like a cloud. The streets were lined with a manor of things, from people drinking, some fighting, some locked in romantic embraces. For a dilapidated city, they spared no expense, as wine ran like water and blood spattered the streets. It seemed no rules existed here as chaos took over, and people followed their whims without second thought. As a man stole another's goblet of drink, a fight broke out in the street that seemed to grow, and only grow further as more people were caught in the crossfire. Ana stepped back, hesitant about the growing insanity.

Megan said "But..."

Ivan merely repeated "No, focus on getting the ores"

Megan sighed "You can't hide this from her forever"

Ivan stated "The less she knows the better. Now come on, gets the ores so we can leave this shithole"

Ana shakily drew her sword, though everything within her was screaming for her to run.

Megan sighed "Okay Ivan, just watch her okay. She's probably going to have bad dreams"

Ivan rolled his eyes "I know"

Troy, unable to hear this over the loud sounds of combat, readying himself with a look of anger on his face. "Blood will be spilled tonight indeed..." He growled before going in swinging with a battle cry.

The unarmored townsfolk only had one thing against Troy, and that was numbers. Regardless, many fell quickly and absolutely beneath his sword, most only carrying small sacrificial knives.

(You can describe it if you want Equi)

Ana found an old, decrepit and abandoned building, shoving her way in and looking around for a place to hide.

(20-ish)

"And that vulnerability is why," Troy continued slashing, his breathing steadying through sheer focus and anger thanks to the chemical cocktail in his head. "The Ram's Crest declares you marked for execution! All of you!" He growled, showing no mercy to a single person in the crowd. There was no playfulness or sport in his fighting, there was no worship or desire in his eyes, and yet, it was not much different than what a kaos worshiper might be.

Megan looked at them and said "it wasn't you"

Orochi said "I have been hard on Ebony since we got here."

Ebony stated "I wasn't exactly nice to Orochi"

"It still wasn't you...those spirits only played on your anger" Megan said trying to defuse the situation.

More parishioners had been drawn by the commotion and the sudden silence. They trickled into the main road in small groups or singularly, but zeroed in on Troy the moment they spotted him.