Veil was in his chambers practising a new move. His chambers were very spacious. His chambers looked like a chessboard. He was in the center of his chambers with his hands clasped. He knew his enemies were growing stronger and stronger. He also had to grow stronger. He had two Malar guards he forced to be test dummies for him to demonstrate his new technique. As he unclasped his hands, he snapped his fingers. Suddenly the Malar guards left arms were removed. Blood splattered all over the black and white ground. The Malar guards began screaming. Veil grinned. "You may make yourself scarce," said Veil. The Malar guards were bleeding everywhere. " I expect you two to come back here and clean the blood off my floors." Yes sir!" said one of the Malar guards. Veil grew mad when he saw the other Malar guard give him an angry look even though he was missing half of his arm. Most of the guards had the ability to harden their muscles and cease the bleeding. Veil waved his finger after the Malar guard, who's head was removed from his shoulders. Remove that shithead's body away from my floor. The Malar guard who was still in pain dragged his comrade's body put of his chambers. Veil began laughing as he helped himself to some red gr.a.p.es.