Cassius trudged to his motorcycle, fuming. Why did he always have to do the hits. He had been doing them all his life, while Facaro got to hand-pick and train new troops. He unsheathed his giant steel blade and swung at an unsuspecting dwarf, decapitating him.

Cassius sheathed the blade once again, blood and all. He remembered when he had chosen the sword of the wand and other tools for magic. In the olden days wands were the only weapons possible of procuring magic, but recently, technology had become limitless. His blade resembled that of a mythical hero named Cloud. Only he was strong enough to carry and use the custom blade, made just for him. He could cast spells with it and use it in close-combat. It was perfect for his style of fighting.

As his bike hit the clouds he stared back down at the hopefuls, some who were being picked by Facaro to become Death Eaters along side him.

He hoped she chose wisely.