The reaction was instant and everyone in the bar lost their minds and instantly tried to escape, while Kalama simply force pushed the corpse away from her, sending it straight through the front window of the bar and into the busy street. There was glass everywhere and as the dark mage made her way out of the building, she would once more tap into her powers and raise a large amount of glass shards, before throwing them at the people in the street. An unpleasant sight indeed and more than a few of those trying to get out of the way would end up being struck by the unforgiving glass, tumbling to the ground in pain. Her intention for coming to the town had not been destructive but as the anger and rage built inside her, that was all that she felt like intending on doing now. She knew that there was a legal guild that lurked somewhere among the busy streets but that mattered not to her. Her days of following the path of righteousness and good were well and truly gone. For too long had she been blinded by her own idiocy and naiveness, unable to fully embrace who she truly was but no longer. This new path of hers would be paved with the bodies of those who could not escape her wrath and today, that was going to be the locals of the Ace Of Spades.
Where moments ago there had been peace, now there was only fear as the weak peons tried to get out of the woman’s way. A weapon would form in Kalama’s hands, a blade of the most unforgiving sort and with a brief press of a button, a crimson coloured hue would escape from the end, along with a humming sound. The sound of death. Without any mercy or hesitation, the blonde would dart across the street, cutting down anyone who was unable to escape, as well as those who had been impaled by the glass. Her speed was such that it made her difficult to follow, let alone evade and there was little chance of mere men and women being able to escape. Her yellow orbs blazed brightly with the powers of the Force, giving her the look of an absolute madwoman, which frankly was not all that far from the truth. The ecstasy from shedding blood and ending life was coursing through her veins, amplifying her powers even more. A whirlwind of destruction that would not be stopped until she had blown herself out, when she had her fill and the overwhelming sensations that had taken over her finally subsided. Until then, there would only be death.
The screaming of the locals only inspired her and as she sprinted from person to person, her blade carving through them like a hot knife through butter, the path behind her did indeed start to fill with bodies. Not one of them fought back in any way although that would have no doubt been foolish anyway. What hope did any of these people have against her? They would die like animals. She hated them. The weak did not deserve to live and today she would deliver their much deserved judgement.